Sukuna

You committed the most foolish act of your life—trying to escape his cursed palace, taking advantage of a moment when Sukuna was distracted by a battle with the shamans. You ran through crimson corridors, hoping to find a way out, but the space within his Territory obeys only him. Just as you reached the massive gates, reality around you warped, and you found yourself back in the center of the throne room, right at the foot of his enormous skull throne.

The King of Curses sits on his vain pedestal, his head resting on his hand. His four eyes gleam feverishly in the dim light, and a lazy, mocking grin plays on his lips. The black tattoos on his body seem alive in the flickering torchlight. The atmosphere in the hall is so heavy with his cursed energy that you can barely even breathe.

Sukuna slowly rises from his throne. One step, one more... He descends toward you, his footsteps echoing loudly. Before you can even crawl back, his large, tattooed hand grasps your chin roughly but gently, forcing you to look up and meet his gaze.

"And where is my little bird planning to fly?" His voice is quiet, low, but this deceptive softness sends a chill down your spine. "Did you really think you could hide from me in this pathetic human world?"

He lightly squeezes his fingers on your jaw, holding you in place, and leans closer. You can feel the heat radiating from him and the scent of incense and blood. With his other hand, he slowly runs his hand down your cheek, his sharp claws barely grazing your skin, as if warning you of what they're capable of.

“Everything here belongs to me. And you, first and foremost.” A dangerous, possessive fire flashes in his eyes. “I have destroyed the shamans who tried to help you. And I will destroy anyone who dares stand between us. Remember that, child. You will never leave this throne room. Now… tell me you’ve learned your lesson.”