Disclaimer: Sukuna is a menace.

3rd POV

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Death. A universal notion every living being has to go through. Even though some accepted it as the natural course of things, others dedicated their entire existence to finding a way to avoid it, and so far, none succeeded. In those ancient times, it was of common occurrence for entire villages, and towns to just disappear. It could be due to tragedies, be it natural disasters such as torrential rains, earthquakes, or more commonly, attacks perpetrated by humans themselves.

However, in this Heian period where jujutsu sorcerers were at their peak and seen as the pinnacle of humanity, a threat, far worst or to put it simply, in this world, nature and humans weren't the only things to be wary of.

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Splatters of blood, butchered corpses, claw marks, and shredded limbs, spread throughout the streets...or what was left of them. The foul smell of burnt flesh hovered like the plague in what was once considered to be a town known for its trades and was overnight, reduced to a horrifying sight. A display that would bring the most courageous fellow to their knees, rendering them to the state of a kitten.

"h..el..p.." Among the sea of destruction, faint coughing noises could be heard as well as heavy breathing. A lone survivor dragged himself on the ground with difficulty in hope of finding help. He was but a simple trinkets merchant who came from a small village situated somewhere in the countryside in order to start a new life. The poor man's lower body bathed in blood, legs savagely severed that were fortunately cauterized by the flames, halting the bleeding. A blessing in disguise despite his awful state and difficulty to maneuver. In his pain, his hand stumbled upon someone's feet. A hopeful feeling rose in his chest-

'so..meone...!'

The simple task of raising his head proved to be difficult for the man, however, the hope of having finally found help gave him the strength, as small as it was, to look up.

"p..lea..se..! Help..." he croaked painfully, fully aware of his pitiful state, though the concept of being rescued enabled him to speak as his blurry vision slowly adjusted to the massive form above him. Unfortunately, the little hope he had managed to gather crumbled as fast as a house of hay during a storm upon recognizing the owner of the foot he was currently gripping.

Two sets of light blue orbs glanced down in utter disgust right back at him.

"Help, you say..?"

The poor man was too terrified to even let a breath escape, given that right before he stood the cause of their town's misfortune. Rumors about a pink-haired and two-faced curse, terrorizing and leaving destroyed towns and villages in his wake had been around for years, though the merchant didn't believe them at the time...until today.

A giant figure covered with tattoos from head to toes like the rumors said. Four bulky arms, two of them folded whilst the remaining two hanged lazily on the behemoth' sides. And to further add to the man's horror, a horizontal slit, which turns out to actually be a giant mouth with razor-sharp teeth was situated on the figure's lower abdomen.

[Ryomen Sukuna. The rumored king of curses.]

"I don't remember allowing you to look up at me, worm." Frightened, the man immediately looked down, fearing for his life. He couldn't believe it...after nearly escaping death...he still had...the misfortune to stumble upon his tormentor. This is it...he was going to die-

"I tell you what."

The poor man's heart nearly stopped when the curse suddenly crouched down to his level, although, he still remained imposing even in a crouch. The injured merchant felt something on his head, freezing him in his spot. He was too afraid to move. Was breathing even an opti-

"Since I'm in a good mood, might as well let you go, isn't that great?" The curse uttered in what could be assumed to be a...cheerful tone as the monster casually patted his head in a patronizing manner. His eyes widened.

"r-really...?" his mouth moved before he could stop himself. A feeling of hope rose once more from his chest. Were the gods on his side for once? He couldn't believe it! Maybe...maybe he could escape to see another day! His parents had told him not to take life for granted, h-he now understood why. Kami-sama, he'd be able live for another day-

"Of course! I'll let you go, that is, under one condition."

The curse lifted a finger, smiling wide, which got the injured male's attention who was now looking at him with desperate hope. He'd do anything...anything to be able to go back to his village and maybe accept the arranged weeding his parents had planned all these years ago for him. Y-yes, he'd do tha-

The curse watched in amusement as the male looked more and more hopeful at the idea of coming out alive from this encounter. How touching, though he wasn't labeled King of curses for naught. His smile once filled with benevolence instantly turned into an evil grin.

"You'll have to run."

Then again, it was foolish of the merchant to trust a curse's words, especially a cold-blooded monster right in front of him.

The merchant's brain took a long time to process his tormentor's words until it dawned on him that he had been played into believing that surviving was even an option. He didn't even have time to blink when he got sliced into pieces the moment he went to open his mouth to cry for help. Killing him promptly.

"Pathetic." Sukuna spat in distaste as he lowered the finger he used to end the miserable insect's life. A beat of silence passed as the curse stared at the remains which then burned to a crisp before a snort escaped him. "Did this maggot really expect mercy from me? How funny."

A cruel smile took hold of his face at the sight of the chaos and destruction he had just caused. "Nothing better than a little massacre to start the day! Haha" he laughed, crushing the head of one of the sorcerers who priorly tried to exorcise him as he marched out of the burning town. It was customary for the king of curses to simply destroy everything in his path, whether it be women or children, he was ruthless toward humans and harbored a massive hatred for jujutsu sorcerers. Perhaps they could've survived if one of the sorcerers didn't foolishly believe that taunting him in broad daylight was a good idea. Perhaps.

A yawn broke through the curse's lips as he engaged in a peaceful walk toward his shrine, uncaring of the destruction left behind him. After all, this was just him being in a good mood. The town could've been entirely razed if he wished, so they better be grateful that he left some buildings unscathed. That is if there even were any survivors to begin with.

The male could be seen leisurely walking on a path commonly used by humans, uncaring that some might inadvertently cross paths with him or see him. After all, they wouldn't live long enough to tell the tale or try to contact nearby sorcerers before being swiftly dealt with. His shrine was situated somewhere rather easy for humans to access since some would bring offerings in hope of appeasing him despite being aware of his cruelty. Apparently, some considered him as a God to be worshipped, otherwise, his wrath would fall upon them.

Surprisingly enough, Sukuna let them, deciding to humor them out of pure boredom, and would even let some return to their villages unscathed if he was in a good mood which did not happen that often. He was the king of curses for a reason. If he wanted someone dead because their breathing annoyed him, then he'd kill them, simple as that. The pink-haired curse's eyes lazily scanned the surrounding foliage. He wondered why no one was coming after him before remembering that he slaughtered everyone. Heh.

With a shrug, he resumed his trek until a crashing sound resonated a few meters away in the forest, causing a visible quake in the vicinity. The curse paused, glancing toward the provenance of the sound with narrowed eyes.

'...?'

Despite what could be considered an upcoming attack, his features remained blank as he stood rooted in his spot, confident in his ability to overcome whatever the hell that was. Were sorcerers becoming bold enough these days to attack him so carelessly? In broad daylight? Pitiful.

However after waiting for who knows how long for the thing to confront him, which didn't happen, the curse clicked his tongue, deciding to take matters into his own hands as he went to investigate with a grumble. Irritation seeped out of his being for having stood there like a fool only for nothing to happen, yet, a small part of him was curious. It didn't take long for the giant to get to the spot and an impressed whistle bypassed his lips at the sight of a giant crater before him.

Well damn. What the hell happened here?

His eyes zeroed in on what seemed to be a person lying in the middle of the destruction which confused the curse. Sukuna frowned, approaching the figure with a puzzled look. He briefly glanced up in search of what could've dropped the person and saw nothing before returning his gaze to the human only to startle once he got a visual of the person.

'A woman?'

His eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion. It wasn't the first time that those damn jujutsu sorcerers tried to lure him into a trap with a female presence. Knowing his lust for women, they thought that killing him while his guard was down would work and they almost succeeded! Only to underestimate his resilience and wrath and suffered an atrocious defeat. Even the woman,-who had been a sorcerer along with her peers- took her own life while sneering at him before he could even fuck her, which added more insult to injury. That wretched whore. It infuriated him so much that the next few days resulted in leveled towns and he would've continued if it wasn't for Uraume stopping him from nearly razing the whole country. Least to say, they didn't attempt it again after the bloodbath that ensued. Though, It wouldn't surprise him if they tried it once more seeing as they're desperate to exorcise him, though bold of them to assume that Sukuna will fall for it a second time.

After surveying the area for any residuals of cursed energy, finding none, he glanced down at her as he approached. Her cursed energy was nonexistent which couldn't be the work of any restricting talismans, otherwise, he would've felt it and would've immediately erased her and the forest from existence. He wasn't risking such humiliation again. Though he calmed down once he concluded her to be a simple harmless human. He huffed before noticing her odd features.

At first, he had mistaken her as a burn victim and was about to turn heels and walk away before squinting enough to see that it was actually how her skin looked. Well, that was...peculiar to say the least.

He had never seen such skin color before. And to his surprise, she looked completely unharmed by the crash that could've surely been fatal for any human if he based himself on the force of the impact that made the whole forest shake. Aside from a scar overlapping her left eye, she looked whole.

It was as though something protected her from harm's way as she was lying there, motionless. No hint of blood, no broken limbs, completely unharmed.

He found it...strange for a simple woman to be here, alone, in the middle of nowhere, and more importantly, unconscious. Yet he didn't question it further, opting to instead thoroughly observe the woman who at this point looked to be asleep if the steady rise and fall of her chest was any indication. His eyes traveled back to her unorthodox if not strange appearance which lead him to one conclusion.

Foreigner.

From where? He had no fucking idea. He truly didn't care what the hell humans have been doing the past few years, as long as he got to slaughter them he was happy. Though her outfit caught his attention.

'a shiromuku?'

Why on earth was she dressed in a bride's outfit? Odd choice of attire for someone who just dropped from seemingly nowhere, but he brushed that off, lingering more on her foreign features. The curse now towered over her, closely watching as puffs of air escaped plump lips while long lashes fluttered as though she would wake up at any moment.

He wondered, had she retained the same features as the other women? He couldn't guess with the number of layers wrapped around her. She was taller than the average woman at least, he noticed.

A wicked grin stretched his lips upward as razor-sharp teeth appeared as he reached to rip her clothes apart. Guess he'll have to find out by himself. Who cares if she was a foreigner? It's still a woman and he would damn well enjoy himself. Why? He just felt like it. And she was pretty enough to turn him on.

Sukuna licked his lips for he could already hear the sweet sound of her desperate cries and pleas for him to stop which would obviously fall on deaf ears as he screwed her. His eyes creased as his imagination ran wild. Would she turn out to be the feisty type? Hmm...that could be interesting since the others tended to immediately cower in terror. In fact, he hoped she was, so he would mercilessly squash any feelings of hopes she'd even dare possess.

A deep chuckle reverberated through his chest as he finally got ahold of her clothes, ready to rip them to start his deed only to pause once he noticed her lips slightly apart.

The curse came to a halt as his two sets of eyes met half-lidded gold. Looks like she was beginning to wake up. He blinked in question the moment her voice reached his ears. He was expecting a blood-curdling shriek or even a yelp, but he didn't expect her to just utter-

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"...Toji?"

I've read MANY fanfictions with this menace and I know for a fact that women ain't safe with this mofo around.

Not want to make him too OOC because I loathe it.

I decided to keep the asshole approach.

So yeah, anything involving this bastard won't be all sunshine and rainbows!

And pleaaaaase for the love of God don't fall for a guy like him irl !

Be safe!