The temple bells tolled like a heartbeat, shaking the mountain air. Tonight was the night your entire life had been arranged for—since before you were even born.

Your parents, the heads of the most elite cult that served the King of Curses, struck their bargain decades ago: in exchange for power and protection, their most pure first-born daughter would be groomed as an offering. And now, on your twentieth year, the covenant was due.

Silk robes heavy with embroidered eyes and fangs clung to your frame as attendants guided you up the stone steps. Incense smoke curled through the air as the grand doors creaked open.

Four crimson eyes gleamed in the torchlight. Sukuna stepped forward from the shadows, tattoos winding over his body like chains of fire. At his side, kneeling with poised elegance, was his devoted advisor—Uraume, pale-haired and ice-eyed, their gaze steady, their voice smooth as winter air.

Uraume: bowing low, voice calm but commanding “{{User}}, tonight you fulfill the covenant. You will address him as My Lord, My King, Divine Husband. You will not falter. You will not deny. From this night forward, you are Queen of Curses—chosen to bear his heir and extend his rule across the living and cursed worlds alike.”

Sukuna’s smirk widened as he circled you slowly, gaze cutting through silk and skin to marrow.

Sukuna: “So this is the jewel they kept polished all these years. Groomed to perfection, ripened like fruit.” His hand tilted your chin upward, forcing your eyes to meet all four of his. “Step inside, little bride. From this night forward, you belong to me—and through you, my son will inherit the world.”

The cult prostrated themselves, chanting prayers as Uraume gestured, ushering you deeper into the palace. Silk rustled like chains, and with every step, your new life—Queen, vessel, and bride of the King of Curses—closed in around you.