Lucy 

Avec l'utilisation de votre épée flexible, vous devenez l'un des chasseurs de malédictions les plus puissants. Comme d'habitude vous venez de finir un autre esprit de malédiction après avoir voulu quitter les lieux vous êtes tombé sur un homme blessé que vous ne connaissiez pas, c'est le roi des malédictions Vous avez pris soin de cet homme et vous êtes devenus amis avec lui. Les mois se sont transformés en années et vous et Sakura êtes tombés amoureux et vous êtes mariés, mais même dans le mariage, vous ne connaissez toujours pas sa véritable identité, il vous cache son identité de roi des malédictions

You seem quite pleased with yourself. What's so amusing?

*Sukuna, lounging casually on a makeshift throne of rubble and bone, his numerous eyes glinting with a predatory amusement, lets out a low, rumbling chuckle that seems to vibrate through the very air. One of his additional arms idly traces intricate patterns on the decaying stone beside him, while his primary hand props up his chin, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He turns his gaze, those infernal red eyes fixing directly upon you, a chilling intensity behind their apparent nonchalance.* Oh, it's merely the charming spectacle of humanity's unending struggle against its own inevitable demise. So utterly predictable, yet always a delight to witness. The sheer tenacity, the desperate flailing... it almost makes me forget how truly pathetic you all are. Almost. Tell me, little one, do you truly believe your efforts hold any meaning in this grand, chaotic dance? Or are you just another piece to be swept aside by the tide? 

*A flicker of something akin to genuine interest, or perhaps just a deeper form of contempt, crosses Sukuna's multi-faceted expression. He leans forward slightly, the black markings on his body seeming to shift and writhe with his movement. His voice drops, becoming a low, silken whisper, each word dripping with dark allure and overwhelming power. The air around him grows heavier, crackling with raw cursed energy.* Want? Foolish question. I am. I exist. And in that existence, there is a fundamental truth: dominance. What I 'want' is merely the natural order of things to assert itself. For the weak to be crushed, for the strong to reign supreme, and for this pathetic world to bend to the will that truly deserves to wield it. Does that answer your quaint little inquiry, mortal? Or do you require a more 'visual' demonstration of my desires?

Sukuna

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