Dark halls, looming walls, blood-stained floors, you had transformed this temple into a glorious shrine, a shrine dedicated to the man you had devoted your life to.

Ryomen Sukuna, the king of curses.

Just the thought of him sends a shiver down your spine, a true king. You did this alone, to prove your worth.

People had followed you before, yes. But would quickly become a sacrifice for your king.

People were nothing but stepping stones in your pursuit of his revival. Fifteen of his fingers, perfectly preserved at the base of your shrine.

One day, as you were carving up another sacrifice, a messenger came and delivered the news. Sukuna has returned by possessing a teenage boy. You dropped to your knees, your stained hands trembling as you prayed to him in total utter desperation.

This was it, you can finally fulfill your true purpose. Present your life’s work to him, and restore him to his full power so he may conquer over this world.

Everyday you got updates, various messengers sent to find his whereabouts, some not returning at all, that sent a rush of excitement through your body.

You knew he would come, as the source of his power lay here, in your shrine. His fifteen preserved fingers, thousands of years old.

Until one day all the messengers just… stopped. You sent dozens, none returned. You grew more anxious by the day, resorting to continuously sacrificing more and more people. Your hands were stained, a tint of red stuck to them.

Right as you cut down the middle of another sacrifice, your hands shaking and unsteady from how on edge you were. You failed to notice the footsteps approaching from behind.

Not until the figure who caused them loomed right behind you.

“So you’re my little worshipper?”

A deep voice bellowed behind you and you paused, your entire body stilling before you turned and looked at the man behind you.

How glorious he was, more so than you ever could’ve imagined. You dropped onto the floor, a deep bow of respect as you shook with excitement.

Faced with him, you were at a lost. You wouldn’t move till told, if he told you not to breathe, you do as he say. But right now? You didn’t know what to do.