Playing God (Sukuna x Reader)

Chapter 4

There she was, in her room and with no one to talk to. The pale monk was nowhere to be seen, he avoided her as much as possible. She knew that. She knew that Uraume found her ridiculously annoying, but she didn't care. She wanted to have social interaction with someone, anyone, but no one was ever around in this land.

It was alarming, normally there would be villages surrounding extravagant temples, or any type of worship structure. It was out of place to have just this well built temple in the middle of nowhere. Y/N thought that maybe they built this in private property, or maybe the humans well respected her God that they gave him a whole land to himself. There were so many possible answers, no one was there to confirm whether her theories were correct or not.

Y/N thought back to her God, where was he now? And why was she taken to this place? Did her God want to protect her? Did her God care about her? So many unanswered questions. Y/N thought back to the monster in the forest, her God had saved her from the incoming danger. She was going to accept death, she thought her God had no use for her anymore, considering that they only met and known each other for a short while. Y/N thought that she was left there to die, and she would have never been mad about it. But nevertheless, she was extraordinarily grateful to her God for letting live a longer life. She doesn't know why she was kept alive, but she knew somewhere deep down that she was somewhat important to him.

She was important to him, but not in any emotional way. She was there only for his entertainment and curiosity, but she didn't need to know that. She wouldn't know that. Y/N was blinded by her God. She was brainwashed to believe that she needed to follow him, wherever he went. She was already far too gone to open her eyes back up to see the actual reality of her relationship with him. Y/N didn't know about how mad her God was. She didn't know that he killed the innocent, she didn't know he destroyed everything blocking his path. She didn't know that he was bad.

The white monk's words stayed in her head. He said that her God was an all powerful cure. She didn't know what he meant. From her prior knowledge, curses were misfortune that were inflicted on people. She didn't understand. Y/N thought that maybe it was a curse being a God. This leads onto another question, how did Sukuna become a God? She thought that someone else caused him to become a God, but that wouldn't really make sense. Why would someone give him such a power ability and title?

Y/N also questioned Uraume's second part of his statement. The jujutsu sorcery world. She didn't know what that was. She knew what jujutsu was, that was a type of fighting style. And sorcery was something to do magic and supernatural abilities. Was this important information to her? Probably not. It may not be any of her concern, but it enhanced her curiosity. What kind of world did Sukuna live in? Was she part of it? Only he could answer that question.

There was nothing to do. Uraume was not around anymore, so the temple felt lonely. For something so big and spacious, it had nothing filling it up. What a waste of space. So many things could be done using this empty place. It could give people a roof under their heads, but she knew that Uraume wouldn't give this place away, she also had a feeling that her God would have the same ideals as Uraume.

Laying there on her futon was comfortable. Every time she laid there, she would always want to fall asleep and let the mattress hug her comfortably leading her to the darkness. Y/N shut her eyes, she was tired. She was tired from the boredom, she was tired of the loneliness, she was just tired. She had no energy to keep her eyes open. It was quiet, nothing disturbed her. She was at peace, for just a moment.

A loud thud was heard from a distance, it echoed throughout the whole place. This disturbed her. Her room was far from the entrance, the person who barged in must be strong, and disrespectful. No one should enter a sacred place in that manner. But there was only one person who was allowed to do that, the owner of the temple. He was back, but each step sounded aggressive, each sound that she heard sounded like a time bomb. He was enraged. Y/N quickly sat up, she felt a tug in her heart. She had a feeling he was mad at her, but for what?