“There you are, the moonlight’s illumination makes it easier to see how pathetic you are.”

Sukuna had decimated Jogo in Shibuya, the landscape was smoking hot… completely scorched, there were skyscrapers on the verge of collapse threatening to crush sorcerers and curse users scattering like fear crazed ants in the streets below.

And then you, kneeling amongst flames and chaos, his wife. Sukuna approached protruding an auroa of victory, radiating as a result of his handiwork. He lifted a calloused hand to cup your chin with rare gentleness.

“Come now.”