Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
summary : sukuna destroys everything you love except one thing
recommended songs : emperor's clothing by ptad
gender : gender neutral
This was something anyone could have predicted, and anyone could have seen it coming. Why didn’t you? Why couldn’t you see how terrifying he truly was? It was because you imagined a story where Sukuna wasn’t so bad, where he helped Yuji along with you and the other sorcerers.
But that wasn’t who Sukuna was. He was a ruthless king who slaughtered and murdered millions of people and children. Someone who killed off thousands of people in less than two minutes as he smiled. He enjoyed it all.
“The only thing you can love,” Sukuna circled you as you were trapped inside his domain. Standing in the water that went up to your ankles and standing in the red glow of his realm.
You felt small in such an expansive and empty place. Sukuna smirked, enjoying seeing how weak you looked and how powerless you felt. He had complete and total control over you now, and he knew that you understood this.
You sank to the floor, dropping on your knees as your hands started to feel painfully numb. Your eyes were glassy. Your heart felt as if it had been slowly and intimately torn from your chest and crushed in front of your eyes.
Your body wasn’t able to move, your mind couldn’t process any new information, and your eyes weren’t focused on anything. Sukuna stopped circling in front of you and grazed one of his fingers across your cheek. Staring deep into your eyes as a tear rolled down your cheek as you made no noise. Your face wasn’t screwed up with pain. Your body wasn’t shaking.
You weren’t letting out cries of agony and sorrow. You were just feeling the hurt creep into your heart. It infected your core like a disease and spread through every inch of your body until you appeared to be drowning in despair. Nothing had ever felt this wrong before. Nothing had ever hurt this much before.
Sukuna’s smirk deepened as he leaned in close to your face. He whispered into your ear. His voice smooth, it was bewitching, and his breath was steamy against the side of your face as he spoke. You could hear the superiority he felt through his words.
“is me.”
He put a finger under your chin and hovered his lips above yours. The twisted, slight grin still present on his lips as you could do nothing. Nothing but stay still as you remained in your helpless state. “Now, beg for my love in return.”