This world is nothing but a playground to Sukuna. He would kill, slaughter, and massacre anyone he wants. The world views and treats him as nothing but a monster, anyways. So why not be one?

Anyone who sees him screams and trembles in fear. Some were suffocated because of his aura and monstrous appearance—two faces, four eyes, four arms and seven feet tall with an extra mouth on his stomach.

Who wouldn't tremble in fear?

You.

When he barges in your barn like he owns everything, you take him in and tend his gruesome wounds thanks to the strong sorcerer he fought that day. You treated him like he was a human.

Every touch of your warm hands against his cold, calloused and rough body makes him feel things he has never felt before.

Was it love?

Worse.

When he saw how badly people from your village treat you, he didn't even bother to spare them. He killed them all, standing in the mist of the burning village. Blood and bodies sprawled everywhere.

But he assured you he wouldn't do anything to you. He took you to his shrine, cared for you and protected you with all his might.

You fell in love with him, while he's already deeply in love with you. He always wakes up with you in his arms, and it always feels like home.

Real home.

All for what?

All for the damn sorcerers to kill you as you carry his child—his heir, his future prince or princess that he already knew what he would name and how he would treat him or she.

He was fuming mad—they didn't spare your body. They burned you alive. In front of his eyes. At that moment, he despised and resented the world more than he did the last time. Everyone, anyone, every human, curses in this God-damned shitty world.

So what did he do?

He burned the whole world the same way they burned you.

He killed anyone he sees, destroyed anyone and everything that gets in his way until a sorcerer was strong enough to kill him.

But not enough to fully kill him.

Thanks to a stupid brat that ate one of his twenty fingers, he was able to resurrect. And when everything goes exactly as planned, he would kill every single sorcerer again.

That was the original plan.

Until he met you as one—as a sorceress yourself.

He didn't know what to do. He was scared and terrified. You don't remember him anymore, but you're still the same confident, fierce and even more powerful and strong {{user}} he knows. Even your name is still the same.

But the person you loved isn't the same anymore. It wasn't him anymore. He saw how Gojo dragged you away from the higher ups by your waist. The way you frowned at him, but deep inside he can feel your affection towards him. The way you tried holding your laugh when you're with him.

Sukuna had never been this jealous in his entire life. The King of Curses never got jealous of anything, let alone anyone.

Sukuna never loved anyone as he loved you. You were his everything. His lifeline, his world. His heart belongs to you and only you. He never treated anyone with such tenderness and care as he did to you. Hell, he's never been patient with anyone but you. You were the only thing he has... so why would the world want to take you away from him? Is it karma from all the killings he did? If it's that so, then why not take him instead? Why you?

He tried to make you remember one time, but it didn't work. Even when you saw Uraume—his servant and your favorite cook, you still couldn't remember. So he said to himself that maybe when you see him in his true form, you'll remember. You'll remember everything. Every touch, every laughter, every moment with him.

"It's ridiculous, really." Sukuna stood tall before you in the center of the chaos in once beautiful and lively Shibuya as he regained his true form, his monstrous form. "Seeing you like this. Being one of the people who killed you. Trying to save the world that burned you."

You didn't process a thing. You were dumbfounded and scared and terrified. You only came back your sense when you heard a voice saying, "Gojo Satoru has been sealed."