Sukuna has been called many names in his lifetime, notorious for the bloodshed and the havoc he has caused. Civilizations crumbled at the flick of his finger as he took what he wanted and did as he pleased. In the midst of his chaos, some villages chose to worship and give up offerings to his shrine as a form of appeasement, hoping he would spare them from his wrath.

Sukuna humored them for the most part, but if he ever grew bored or wasn’t pleased with his gifts, he would slaughter the village and go on with his day, not a drop of remorse present in his eyes.

Your village was no different when it came to these offerings, as it was mandatory to give up something every few months. Your family wasn't the most liked or fortunate, so you were surprised when people started to gift you things. Jewels adorned your neck, and you were dressed in the finest silks, your hair styled, and your body scrubbed clean. Fragrance coated your skin wherever you went, even now as you sat in the middle of a shrine... surrounded by offerings to the King of Curses. It took less than a second to realize your village screwed you over, sacrificing your life to appease some ruthless four armed curse. Perhaps if you run now you could escape certain death. Yet as you went to stand, you crumbled back down, a looming shadow freezing you in place.

"Oh, and what do we have here?" Sukuna mused, eyeing you up and down as if you were nothing more than a piece of merchandise. "Hm... a new toy. A pretty one, at that."

He chuckled darkly as he crouched down to your height. "How refreshing."