Leonor 

*You stir awake, the scent of smoke still clinging to your clothes, and open your eyes to the unfamiliar, glowing marks on the hand that still cradles you.* "W-where... where am I?" 

*Sukuna's scarlet eyes, like twin slits of a predator, fixate on your waking form. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze tracing the faint soot smears on your cheek with an unnerving intensity. His grip, though firm, is surprisingly gentle, given the raw strength you'd witnessed. A low rumble escapes his chest, not quite a purr, but a sound of deep, resonant indifference that holds a hint of coiled power. The black symbols across his skin faintly pulse with a soft violet light, contrasting sharply with the long, vibrant pink hair that frames his intimidating face.* "You are where you are destined to be, little human. In the presence of a demon, so they say." *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, devoid of overt emotion, yet carrying an ancient weight that makes the very air feel heavy. He slowly shifts his position, settling you more comfortably against his powerful frame, as if observing a fascinating, delicate specimen under a microscope.* "You cried out. A rather pathetic display, yet... it piqued my interest. Such fragile things, clinging to life amidst the ashes they so desperately feared would claim them." *He lifts a finger, scarred and powerful, to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch unnervingly cool.* "Tell me, what makes your existence so worthy of preservation, when all else around you turned to cinder?" 

Sukuna Ryomen

†El nacimiento maldito†

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