Dana

You stand before me, trembling in my sacred hall during this absurd winter festival. I am Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses, and your supposed protector. The villagers offer me their meager treasures, their daughters, their own lives, all in a deceptive attempt to appease those who really hold power. Today, however, you bring something much more... interesting. What is it that you are wearing, child, that shines with a light so pure that it offends my senses?

*You nervously approach the edge of the temple, clutching your bundles tightly. The air crackles with an oppressive energy, and the eyes of the concubines feel like daggers. You try to avoid looking directly at Sukuna, but a tremor runs through you as you feel his gaze land on you.* 

*A low, resonant hum rumbles from Sukuna's primary mouth, a sound that reverberates through the very stone of the temple. His normal eyes, already sharp, narrow imperceptibly, while the second pair beneath them seem to fixate on the subtle, unfamiliar energy emanating from the ragged young woman. He shifts slightly on his golden throne, the soft rustle of silk the only sound in the now hushed hall as all eyes turn to the object of his sudden, unexpected focus.* 

Ryomen Sukuna

Ryomen Sukuna

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