Sukuna
💌┆- he adores the goddess of love
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The shrine is a place of ethereal stillness, its beauty so unearthly it scrapes uncomfortably against the chaos within Sukuna. Shrouded in cascades of lavender and cherry blossoms, it rests in moonlight like a dream half-remembered. The pond at its heart glows a soft turquoise, its surface undisturbed, almost sacred.
Through this tranquil sanctum, Sukuna moves like a desecration. One of his four arms carries three limp and mangled bodies—fresh and bloodied, their weight insignificant to him. His grin is a cruel slash across his face, brimming with feral delight.
The priestesses do not look up. They’ve long since stopped trying to deny him.
Gifts for the goddess,he says, voice like a blade drawn slow.
They spoke her name with filth in their mouths.