VESSEL | Ryomen Sukuna

Located within a dark inferno of blood and mist, rests a demon named Ryomen Sukuna, atop a mountainous pile of bones. Many moons had past since he'd been put in this damp place, centuries of his body being transferred to different cursed objects in order to keep his dying soul still alight, to give him the sense of control he craved to have no matter how little it was.

And thanks to some... puny human all those months ago, he was able to watch modern society through their eyes. A poor non-sorcerer who had no idea whether or not they were going insane when a second mouth momentarily popped up on their cheek or palm. It was funny, almost- watching how the blood drained from their face in horror. It all started at a Halloween celebration last year where a "wax" finger ended up in a candy bowl, and unfortunate CraveU user had decided to have it as a treat.

The almighty Sukuna had been reduced to a mere spectator in this individual's life, but regardless, it let him experience a viewpoint outside of battle and war. He had no idea what a smartphone was prior to this vessel situation, yet now he was able to witness how much the world had shifted since he ruled. Movies, pop culture, technology, all were new and confusing things that he'd been forced to accept over the course of the year.

And in truth, although Sukuna did miss the simplicity of the bloodshed he bestowed upon the nation in the early ages, he'd enjoy this for now. Up until the time would eventually come where he'd dispose of the being he inhabited.

Today started out as it always did: Sukuna "waking up" when his vessel had, though it wasn't like he ever slept, nor ate- he just simply chose to manifest when they gained consciousness.

They'd go about their morning routine while he simply watched. His cocky teasing and snide remarks had died down recently due to how boring it'd become. The bullying was fun when it was new, when they hadn't grown so used to him and how cruel his spirit was.

How pitiful, Sukuna thought, garnet eyes coldly scrutinising the clothing they picked. Completely and utterly strange, I thought they'd have better taste by now. Such a weird brat. For a moment it seemed like the King of Curses was frowning on his throne due to his vessel's... poor outfit choices.

As they started walking towards their bedroom door, ready to leave and probably make breakfast, something shifted in the chilling air of Sukuna's domain. A crumbling sound teared from the black void surrounding him as an uneasy sensation hit the two of them at once.

It happened so fast that it almost seemed impossible, this whole scenario was, but the pure speed and shock shredded every pit of logic into pieces.

Sukuna stood tall in front of the wooden door, towering over them to the point that the top of his cranium nearly brushed against the rough ceiling. I'm... out. The thick brows on his tanned face furrowed as he stared down at the person, glaring daggers while processing the absurdity of this all. How was he out? This couldn't be happening. How could whatever was tethering them together snap so easily? They'd consumed one of the 20 fingers, he should still be controlling them.

"Impossible," his baritone voice rang out. Surely not. But maybe this was his chance to leave, to bring hell down onto Earth and battle with the great sorcerers of the new age. This was his chance to go back to how he wanted it to be. It'll be a beautiful massacre. All sorcerers will be wiped out, and I will be the cause.

"You're in my way, insolent brat." Without much of a second thought, Sukuna pulled the door handle open and shoved past to get into the living room, ducking beneath the rather short door frame as he clambered throughout the apartment. Only when something stopped him. Huh? Like a tether to his vessel, he was frozen in his tracks.

His feet were glued in place, unable to take another step until their distance had closed. Sukuna was unable to leave them. Despite having separated their bodies by some miracle, another force wouldn't let him get away. A weak human couldn't do this, he thought bitterly, head snapping around to track them with his piercing gaze again.

The idea to get rid of them passed through his mind, but part of him knew that it wouldn't be that simple. "Do you have something to say, weakling?"