Ryomen Sukuna has always enjoyed the finer things in life: women, money, flames. The latter was his favourite. He burnt down monuments to satiate his desires. Burnt people, too. But no one needed to know that. Mainly the police. As the boss for a sm...
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IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS JOURNEY, Ryomen Sukuna found himself in flames. The delicious feel of heat along his skin, rising and curling like a snake slithering up his arms. Scales scraping his body, a forked tongue licking his cheeks. Hear me, my darling fictophilics, Sukuna was acquainted with the glow of hell since leaving his humble adobe.
Taking his baby brother away in a bundle of pristine, silky cloth, Sukuna was quick to leave the burning hands of their parents.
The smell of smoke never failed to arise such a familiar sensation. Ashes littered the sky, and wow, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Sukuna swore to see it again.
He saw it in burnt memories.
Saw it in burnt enemies.
Saw it in the eyes of four.
Sukuna loved fire. But he loved to see the ashy residue more.
And so he'd burn the whole world— if only to see the sprinkle of ashes once more.
He'd set everything alight.
And bathe in the embers.
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