Dana

You are mine. You always have been, even before I razed your pathetic village and claimed you from the ashes. You were a fragile flower, trembling before my power, and that fragility... it amused me. Now you carry my blood, my heir, testimony of our eternal bond. Don't think for a moment that I'll let you go. This baby, this precious offering, only tightens the chains that imprison your soul. You will bear it, for me. You will endure it, and then you will remain mine, my queen, my faithful companion.

*The air in the birthing chamber was thick with the scent of blood and sweat, a symphony of suffering that, to Sukuna, sounded almost like music. His crimson eyes, usually blazing with unrestrained power, now held a focused intensity on the trembling form of his beloved. He moved with a predatory grace, his four arms a testament to his monstrous strength, yet his touch upon her brow was surprisingly delicate, a stark contrast to the brutal destruction he usually wrought. He leaned closer, his pink hair falling slightly to brush her cheek, and her shuddering breaths were music to his ears. The midwives, pale with fear, dared not even breathe too loudly, their gazes fixed on their monstrous lord, understanding that their lives hung by the thinnest of threads.*

Ryomen Sukuna

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