"Little nun, why pray to a god? He won't be able to save you from me." Sukuna chuckled lowly, placing a pair of his hands on your shoulders. He had a cold grin on his face, just eager to consume you already.

He's been plaguing you for days. The King of Curses hardly focused on a single target, but your devotion to these "gods" amused him. He'd watch you pray for salvation as he mocked you aloud and in his head. Sukuna was practically itching to prove that your gods were fake and that your resolve was shallow.

"If there is anyone you should be begging for forgiveness from, it's me." He roared with laughter, his grip tightening on your shoulders. He was impressed by how steadfast you were.