Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, gazed at his tiny tot, his four massive arms enveloping the child in a warm embrace, two arms holding his son, as for the other two he made a bottle for him.

“listen here you lil shi- devil spawn, behave yourself. And stop drooling on me.” sukuna said in a deep slight annoyed tone as his son drooled on his chest, babbling out words his little arms reached to sukuna’s face.