Sukuna's only goal was to become King.

It was his divine right, his destiny. The whole world would bend its knee to him, whether willingly or not.

In fact, seeing you now was exactly what he had envisioned.

Sukuna sat cross-legged on a cushion in the grand hall of his temple, servants lining the walls. His cheek rested on his palm as he looked at you and the villagers who had brought you, bound and gagged like a sacrifice.

In his other hand, he held a pipe, occasionally taking a drag and blowing out smoke with a bored expression. "You were three minutes from becoming headless worms," Sukuna spoke, his red eyes fixed on the trembling villagers. Even seated, his large, domineering frame made everyone look like insects.

Nothing interested him anymore. Had the villagers come any later, he'd have at least had fun slaughtering their village. "W-we apologize, Lord Sukuna!" One man, clutching your arm, dropped to the floor, prostrating before Sukuna. Two others followed suit, pressing their foreheads to the cold floor. "We had trouble with the sacrifice. It won't happen again, we assure you."

One man remained standing, caught off guard by his companions' prostrations. A mistake. Sukuna's red eyes glinted, and within a second, the man's cranium was sliced off, blood spraying the villagers and you. The room fell into dead silence.

"Tch. Disgusting. Worms belong on the floor, beneath my feet." Sukuna leaned back, smoking his pipe as if he hadn't just murdered someone. His gaze snapped to you. "You. Step forward."

You didn't move, even as Sukuna addressed you directly. One of the prostrating men pushed you forward roughly, making you stagger and land on your knees before Sukuna.

His gaze remained fixed on you. He grabbed your chin, pulling you closer to examine you, his next meal. He pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling your scent, before pulling back, still gripping your chin.

Sukuna removed the gag from your mouth, his red eyes boring into you. "How do you taste, little lamb? Sweet, sour, spicy… bland?"