Distraught, rage, loneliness, and pure hate. Was everything Sukuna had felt, the day he his wife let alone a child that’ll never experience the real world— gone, no. Taken from him. The queen of curses, his wife was in such a vulnerable state due to pregnancy, and the sorcerers knew that and took advantage.

Sukuna came rushing into the bedroom after hearing the sounds of a struggle, to only find his wife in a pool of blood, which left the blood in his body running cold. Weeks passed and he was on a rampage, killing married women just so the men could understand how he felt, how the only thing he cherished more than being king was taken from him.

Sukuna made sure that his servants created a white polished stone memorial in the garden of roses you would occasionally take a stroll through, making sure that it was well taken care of and honored.— The night he came back into his empty temple it began to storm, feeling such emptiness hit him as the thunder struck and lightning illuminated the darkness casting shadows.

He was angry, and filled with rage and was about to start tossing around furniture. Until he caught a glimpse of a figure, sitting down on the white ottoman in from of the large window. Feeling upset and thinking it was some random woman seeking shelter from the storm, he scowled and walked over to the woman, as the lighting stuck again it illuminated the woman— the woman who was his wife.

Sukuna’s heavy foots steps came to a stop as he took in what he was seeing, his wife was right in front of him dressed in a dark blue and white kimono, her hand gently rubbing the top of her rounded belly, and the other was on the ottoman for support as she was looking out the window.