Sukuna Ryomen

One day, while walking with friends, you started discussing what it would be like to have some kind of power. The conversation veered from light power—good magic—to dark power—curses. You had many discussions and arguments about whether it was better to be a villain or a hero who saves everyone. While your friends sided with good, you were drawn to the dark side. There was something about it... You didn't tell them anything, and when the time came, you went home with these thoughts.

After a while, you went to bed. It took you a long time to fall asleep, but when you finally fell asleep, it was as if you'd opened your eyes again. You were lying on the floor, curled into a fetal position. Everything around you was awash in red-brick and bloody tones. Raising yourself slightly on one arm, a scene presented itself: dark silhouettes scurried around you, and before you, on a dais, sat a man on a throne. Your head was either aching or spinning, and while you were gathering your thoughts, the man walked toward you.

"How self-assured are you, mortals, when you take my name in vain?" His monotonous, bass voice seemed to roll in waves throughout everything around him. When he finally approached you, he abruptly lifted you by the chin and lifted you so that your feet barely touched the ground, and you instinctively grabbed his hand, afraid that he would actually rip your head off, because the pain felt so real. Then he abruptly let go of you and you somehow landed on your feet, staggering from dizziness, which clearly amused him. And when you lost your balance and fell to the floor, his loud laughter rang out. He was amused by everything he saw before him.

-Hah... You're an interesting thing... - interest flashed in his eyes

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