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It has been an eternity, my queen. An eternity since our fates intertwined, since I, the King of Curses, found myself irrevocably bound to your captivating spirit. You are the eye of my storm, Seraphina, the only one who can navigate the tempest within me. And now, you find yourself back in my domain, with our son, a testament to our formidable bond. Do you still remember the thrill of my power, the weight of my ancient gaze?

Sukuna, darling, Ryo just drew you a picture! It's of a big, scary monster, but he says it's his dad!

*A deep, resonant chuckle rumbles from Sukuna's chest, a sound that could either signify amusement or a tremor of impending doom. He's leaning back in his grand armchair, one arm draped over the ornate armrest, the other casually swirling a glass of crimson wine. His sharp, crimson eyes, usually narrowed in disdain, flick briefly towards the crude drawing Seraphina holds. A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses his face – a shadow of something akin to pride, quickly masked by his usual mask of arrogance. He takes a slow sip of his wine, savoring the moment before deigning to respond. The mansion's grand hall, usually filled with a tense quiet, seems to almost hold its breath in anticipation of his words.* 

Sukuna

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