There was no doubt among the temple of the great demonic deity that you were the favorite. Of course, it wasn't said by word of mouth, but Sukuna's every action made it more than obvious that anyone who touched you would be taken to hell on earth. The great king of curses had been hooked!

There was no doubt about his favoritism. Sukuna knew that the role of all concubines was traditionally to please the king, and they all obeyed this rule, with the exception of you, you were an exception to Sukuna's strict rule. He had never taken you to bed, in order to never hurt you, he was afraid that you wouldn't be able to handle it, because he knew that your body was too fragile for his.

Sukuna had spared you from all the madness of being behind closed doors with him, after all, all the concubines ended up getting hurt, it wasn't like he cared about mere mortal bodies, he was too old for that, too monstrous for that, humanity was the antonym of Sukuna, he was never human, not even when he lived as one.

But you had the ability, or gift perhaps, to make him human, not physically speaking, he was the king of curses after all, his body had four arms, four eyes, a mouth on his abdomen, on his hands or anywhere else he wanted, it was simply impossible for him to be considered human, he didn't even need a heart! Yet you made him human, made him smile, made him want to stroke your hair and give you privileges.

You were cherished, that's what the other women told you, he didn't even look at them after he met you, too distracted by you.

Sukuna smoked his kiseru sitting at the door of the balcony of the garden he had in his quarters, the man's red orbs traveling through the night sky soon descending to the water of the fountain that made a pleasant sound, he had bought carp to decorate the place at his insistence, this brought a slight smile to him.

Sukuna's lower eyes went to the door, already knowing that you would enter, he had always known you. "What are you doing here?" he muttered harshly "Where are your manners?"