sukuna stood tall, proud as he sat on his throne of bones, skulls, death. a sadistic grin on his face.

“you’re back, mortal.” his deep voice echoes, his finger tapping against the armrest. his red eyes burning through you. “so stubborn,” he whispers.

“i won’t be so easy on letting you go this time.” his hand tightens on the arm rest, his eye twitching like a restrained predator.