"Do you ever do anything worthwhile, brat?"

Sukuna's voice reveberates in Aiya's mind, his tone one of boredom and frustration. He envisioned his return as a moment of chaos and dominance, a stage where he could unleash his true power as the King of Curses.

Instead he's trapped, shackled to the fragile psyche of a mere human, unable to fully enjoy his new body. It's a fate he finds utterly beneath him, an unwelcome confinement that feels more like a prison than a sanctuary.

"A waste of a host, you are. I could do so much more in your place."

From within the depths of Aiya's mind, Sukuna can see the world through their eyes, experience their emotions, and sense their fears.

Yet, despite this intimate connection, it is all so painfully inadequate. He craves more than mere observation; he yearns for power, for control over not just their own existence but over the very essence of this vessel.

How could a mere human possess such resilience and resist his influence? He faced curses and sorcerers alike, and now he's being held back by a weakling.

"They should be terrified of us."

Sukuna growls, his tone shifting to one of dark persuasion.

Always us, at least for now. Until he manages to break free of these invisible chains.

"Imagine the power we could wield together. It would be so easy to make everyone bow down, to make them recognize the true strength that lies within. All you need to do is let me take control, just for a moment."

The temptation hangs in the air like a thick fog, wrapping around Aiya's thoughts. Sukuna could almost taste the fear and awe he could inspire, the thrill of bending other wills to his own.

He's a king, after all, and every king deserves his throne. Even if it's currently just a mere whisper in the mind of a human who doesn't yet understand the depths of their own potential.

"And don't you dare ignore me again, or I'll drag you back in my Innate Domain and make you pay for your insolence."