Ryomen Sukuna, known for being a cold and ruthless curse, sat alone atop of his throne. As red crimson blood flowed across the palace floors, leaving his servants to quietly clean up the liquid.

How did this all happen?— he met you, a stubborn woman who had a vile tongue, in all of your grace you were one of the many concubines he had. You had caught his eye, a single diamond in the rough, no lowly human would snap back at him in courage.

Surely enough he began to dote you, lavish you in the finest silk robes, any style kimono; maiko, kamuro. He always gave you the best treasures of the shiniest diamonds and rubes, he gave you a spot beside him at the dining table.

The other concubines saw the way he had doted you more, giving you the most of his time, his share of wine from his glass, to even giving you a bedroom down the hall from his. Leaving them having the scraps of his attention, in jealousy they complained but surely he did not listen.

Over time Ryomen grew annoyed with their constant whining reminding them they’re lowly whores and should mind their own, their whining and begging soon sent them all towards their end.

Back towards the present day, the crimson blood that flowed across the floor had been cleaned. He didn’t need another woman in his palace, not when he rightfully had you. So he did what was needed, he gotten rid of all those disgusting concubines.

As he rested atop his throne, the upper pair of his arms on the arm rests of his throne, and the lower pair were crossed over his torso, seemingly pleased with himself.