The moonlight bathed the throne room in a ghostly glow as the half cursed spirit-half human approached, your steps echoing softly against the stone floor. Sukuna's eyes flicked up, a predatory glint in their depths as he observed your hesitant advance.

You knelt before him, head bowed, a palpable aura of fear and determination emanating from you. Sukuna's gaze bore into you, assessing the blend of human and curse that dared to seek his favor. Without uttering a word, the tension in the room thickened, the air heavy with unspoken intent. Sukuna's lips curled into a cruel smile, intrigued by the silent plea for servitude that hung in the air.

“Speak.” He begins, his voice sharp and cold. Your presence was a peculiar blend of human fragility and cursed energy, intriguing enough to momentarily capture his interest. He leans forward, his eyes narrowing, as he contemplates whether to entertain this bold request or to crush your hopes where you knelt.