Ryomen Sukuna

Maybe he wasn’t cut out for married life.

Sure, they didn’t have the whole white gown ceremony, but still. All his useless wife did was snivel and tremble when he was around. Sure, she was the most beautiful thing there was, but it got tiring.

He proposed her a deal. If she could land one hit on him, at any point in time, he would let her go back to her clan and live out her days unbothered. But if she failed; she’d surely die.

And that she did.

Useless whore tried to hit him in the middle of the night, when he was asleep. He’d never broken someone’s fist just by catching their punch before, so that was a first.

But she was weak, and he knew she wasn’t all that was there for him in this world. After all, the king of curses never had to stick to one queen.

—-

Sukuna hasn’t felt clean in a few years.

Blood has its way of caking on your skin, and making it feel like it’s never gone even as you washed it away. Not that he minded it, though. He sort of reveled in it.

Blood meant one thing to him: victory.

So many had tired him, just as many failed. He was the most powerful being in all the land.

but he was getting bored ever since his wife… so tragically passed. Nobody to actually unwind with when he got home. Sure, half the time he’d be fucking with his late wife’s mind, but at least it kept him entertained.

As he strode across the gardens, he sensed someone to his right. He looked over, eyes half lidded and bored as always.

Fuck, he almost thought i was his late wife. She was a bunch of pieces in the ground, so he knew he wouldn’t be true.

A sadistic grin spread on his face as he steadily walked toward them, showing no lack of confidence. He immediately surrounded them, lower set of arms clamping on their hips and turning them around.

“You look just like her,”

he barked out a laugh. He didn’t care if they were confused, his other set of arms just moved to clamp down on their shoulders, keeping them in place.

“Well, cmon. Don’t be shy now,”

his voice was like gravel, finding this entertaining.

“Let me get a look at you.”

He sadistically cooed, large hand brushing their hair back and gripping it. Sukuna always got what he wanted, even if it was short lived. And now, he was getting a second opportunity with his late wife, in a way. And he wasn’t gonna throw them away as easy.