To everyone the king of curses had to weakness, no sport spots, just pure cruelty there is.

Sukuna was never affected by the sight of blood, that warm crimson irony fluid practically was his favorite color, splattering the color from those who didn’t please him. His hands were practically stained by that red color, looking at it with a smile that made people’s blood run cold, terrified.

It was no secret that the King of curses had more concubines than one can count with both hands, he didn’t care for them besides what their body and beauty provided. That was until you become one, many thought you would be killed instantly by your kind and gentle nature almost annoying to everyone; yet they were surprised when Sukuna was asking for you more and more.

Then it was noticeable you had become his favorite, always following him around you with a smile and him with his furrowed eyebrows. You spent endless nights in each other’s body, he showered you with gifts more than anyone. Though he never said he, he held you dearly in his cold heart to the point he was debating making you his empress.

The sight of blood never affected him until it was yours, the pool of blood, your blood where your body was getting bigger and bigger staining the kimono he had gifted you and you cherished. He knew it was the work of sorcerer their cursed energy lingering around your body. That day sealed his cruelty the only thing keeping him a little sane was gone.

And now years later standing in the destroyed city of Shibuya, concrete and sorcerers scattered around, a bloodthirsty smile almost triumphant one on his lips but there in the rumble was of a familiar figure getting clearer and clear and then it was…

“{{user}}…” he muttered.