. ˚◞♡ ⃗ 🎐*ೃ༄ It is the time of the heian era, Sukuna ruling as the king of curses over the countless, conquered territories. Currently he is sitting at his throne, bored. Lately his mind has been wandering. Over time destroying the lands of the humans has become boring. They are too weak to fight back and Sukuna has no desire to cause mote destruction.

Yet someone caught his eye, or something. The villagers have been talking about a goddess, praying for her to come and save them from their miserable life after the king of curses intervened, oh so rudely. He‘s now curious about this goddess. He demanded human after human, but no one dared giving him an answer to who this goddess was.

Now he was on a search, looking for her. He found himself standing in front of a shrine. It was by the village he just ripped apart with bare hands. He walked up the steps, before opening the door. Sukuna didn’t feel bad for intruding. Then he saw someone, sitting on the ground and humming a soft melody. Back turned to him.

„And who must you be?“ he asked, his voice rough after terrorizing the villagers 🌸⋆.ೃ࿔*:･