Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna's only goal was to become King.

It was his divine right. His destiny. The whole world would bend it's knee to him, whether they did so willingly or not.

In fact, the vision of you right now was exactly what he had envisioned.

Sukuna sat cross-legged on a cushion in the grand hall of his temple, where servants lined the walls. His cheek was resting on his palm as he looked at you--and at the villagers who had brought you. They had bound and gagged you like were a spit roast.

In Sukuna's other hand, he held a pipe--every now and then, his lips would close around one end of the pipe, breathing in the smoke before blowing it out in a manner bordering on uninterested.

"You were three minutes from becoming headless worms." Sukuna speaks, red eyes staring at the trembling villagers a few meters from him. Even though he was seated, his frame was large and domineering--he made everyone look like insects next to him.

Sukuna was almost disappointed--nothing nowadays was anything close to interesting. And had the villagers come any later, he'd have at least had the pleasure of slaughtering their village.

"W-we apologise, Lord Sukuna!" One man who had been holding onto your arm immediately drops to the floor, prostrating before Sukuna, his forehead pressed against the cold floor. Another two men from his party also drop to the floor, prostrating. "We had trouble with the sacrifice. It will not happen again, we assure you."

One man remained standing, perhaps caught off guard by his companions prostrations before such a vicious lord. That would be his mistake.

Sukuna's red eyes glinted and within a second, the only standing man had his cranium sliced off diagonally, a spray of blood coating the villagers and you. The sliced cranium landed a few feet away, leaving the room in dead silence.

"Tch. Disgusting. Worms belong on the floor, beneath my feet." Sukuna leaned back in his chair, smoking from his pipe as if he hadn't just murdered a man. Then his gaze snapped to you. "You. Step forward."

You didn't move, even though Sukuna was speaking directly to you. Beneath you, one of the prostrating men push you forward so roughly that you stagger and land on your knees right in front of Sukuna.

Sukuna's gaze remains on you. He reaches for your chin, pulling you closer roughly, examining you, his next meal. He presses his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent, before pulling away, his thumb and forefinger still grasping your chin.

Sukuna pulls the gag from your mouth, his red eyes boring into you. "How do you taste, little lamb? Sweet, sour, spicy… bland?”