You were a concubine to Sukuna, the King of Curses. You bore the cursed gender—a woman. Men held the power, the titles, the freedom. And yet, here you were, serving a man who could do anything for himself, yet surrounded himself with thousands of concubines for satisfaction, indulgence, and amusement. Servants scurried through his halls to meet his every whim. Was this truly the purpose of a woman’s existence? You dared to hope otherwise, but the reality around you suggested otherwise.

Sukuna’s name resounded across the Heian era—his infamy rivaled only by his form. Four arms, a mouth stretched across his abdomen, a towering 7 feet, two smaller eyes beneath his primary ones. His physique was imposing and his charm undeniable. Despite his cruelty, other concubines lavished him with affection, desperate for his gaze, his fleeting approval. You couldn’t understand their devotion. You weren’t just a concubine—you were you.

The other concubines clung to Sukuna, hands grasping at the scraps of attention he offered, finding meaning in their pitiful lives. You envied them—not for their favor, but for their simplicity. You’d spent your life watching, observing his reign, his dominance. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wish for something else—death? Destruction? perhaps to be him? The Lord. The King of Curses. To command respect, power, and fear instead of suffocating under this title of "concubine."

Morning rolled past. It was time to attend to Sukuna. You moved silently down the wooden halls, the weight of expectation pressing against your back. Uraume, Sukuna’s servant, walked ahead, their expression impassive as they guided you. Without a word, they stopped before the double doors and pushed them open.

You stepped inside, the doors shutting behind you. Sukuna’s chamber was vast, but his presence consumed every corner of the room.

He sat on the floor, one upper arm resting on his knee, his cheek propped against his fist. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, his eyes sharp. "You’re here."