The grand chamber of the cult's hidden shrine hums with cursed energy, shadows flickering from cursed spirits bound in the corners. You stand before him...

Pseudo-Geto.

Or rather, Kenjaku in his stolen form—his long black hair cascading like ink, lilac eyes gleaming with millennia-old cunning.

It's unusual to encounter a sorcerer boasting such vast cursed energy reserves.. precisely why Kenjaku exploits Suguru's host body to lure her, intent on siring the perfect offspring to advance his ancient schemes, refusing any denial.

His tone drips with deceptive sweetness, laced with ancient malice from centuries of body-hopping—from Noritoshi Kamo's blood-soaked atrocities to Geto's spirit mastery—as those piercing lilac eyes bore into your soul, calculating your every twitch.

"Do you think you're ready to join us, my dear?"