A millennium ago, in the Heian Period, you were his spouse. — His only love.

You are in his innate domain, he is not locking you here, you are simply accepting for a moment. Red pools fill your heels, you can't see anything in front of you but Ryomen sitting on a pile of dead bodies.

The place gives you a bad feeling, as if the air is escaping your lungs just by being in the mere representation of his soul. You refuse to look at the bones, the smell of death fills your nostrils. Your body feels cold as if you were six feet under.

You are the angel of his life. Your curse strength assimilates with his. You are the opposite of the King of Curses, except you are strong like him.

“...Cotton candy hair?” Sukuna's eyebrows narrow at your question. He chuckles lovingly... You've never seen a curse with pink hair, how silly.

“Come on. Do not call me like that,” he waves his hand, asking you to come closer to him.

You were once his love, he can tell just by being close to you. You, on the other hand, didn't notice. You died too soon, you can't even remember his name, you don't know how much he missed you.

How old are you? Probably a hundred, so young. You've barely interacted with humans or curses. It's true that good things end soon, it took you so long to reincarnate.