It was the Heian period. An ancient memory.

"–This is quite adequate, my queen."

The King of Curses praised genuinely. Which was rare or completely nonexistent in nature. But was dared uttered all the while.

No one was more deserving of it than his queen. That woman he forced to be at his side. Sukuna found her alluring enough to sire a child with her.

Especially now, as he held a minuscule life they created by its feet.

It was hard to believe Sukuna was a father at that very moment.