The Cursed Spirit Who Loves Me (Jujutsu Kaisen X Male Reader)

Chapter 11 - A Box of Secrets

Father was dead. It happened so suddenly, even though he had prepared him for his death. He knew the exact day and time he supposed death was to happen.

I watched the maids disposing of his body like it was a piece of food gone off; he didn't get a burial or a funeral, just discarded like trash. I only watched that happen, and my mother did not even bother to see her husband out. I didn't know how to feel myself over the matter. Should I be sad? I should be miserable; he was my Father. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. But yet, I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.

It was strange; even with him gone, I felt like he was still here, watching over me; most people would find that feeling comforting; most would yearn to have a loved one watch over them in death. Not me, never me. It felt like a heavy burden was dropped on me the moment he passed on. Like whatever demons he was battling was subdivided to me.

The mansion, workers, and other close families had already begun preparing weeks, not months, in advance for this very moment. They knew he was going to die; they didn't try and prevent it or look to help him. They just counted down the day like a countdown to Christmas; at first, I thought it was a joke- a sick prant to play. Every time I saw my Father, he was in excellent health. There was no sign of his health failing, weakness, or need for concern. For all cases and purposes, one day, Father was alive and well. The next, he wasn't.

November 17th at 15:58 pm. Right on the dot, he died at that exact moment. His body just shut down, bleeding from the eyes and ears. I was forced to watch as it felt like some force just blasted through and murdered him. That's when I learned of the supposed Kronos family curse, the final word of our Family.

Every 42 years, the current heir to the Kronos family dies on November 17th at 15:58 pm. No earlier, no later. The heir will drop dead, the cause of death unknown. Their body just gives up, unable to withstand the pressure. Whatever... I don't know. It happened to my Father's Father, his Father before him and so on. On his death, I was provided with two things: the sudden responsibility of being the heir to my Family's name. The second was a box, the same box my Father had been obsessed with his whole life. One was gifted to him by his Father on his deathbed.

The impossible box fills me with constant dread, constant fear, and desires. It is one I can never look away from. No matter what I say or how much I pry and ask, no one will tell me what's inside. I wouldn't want to know even if they did. I've never opened it, and not once in four years was I the head of the Kronos family. After my attempted murder, I lost the box, seemingly gone forever. But even then, I still see it as if it's following me. A box of secrets never leaving. After all, I'm still the heir to the Kronos family. That blessing, that curse, still falls to me.

I will die in 42 years on November 17th at 15:58 pm. I will die of an unknown cause without fail. I am confident of this fact; the date and time never made sense to me. I never understood why that time and date were so essential and why 42 years. It was only in my premature death that it finally made sense.

On November 17th 1558, Mary, Queen of Scots, 1st of England, was executed at the age of 42.

But I suppose you'd know her better as Bloody Mary.

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Wake up

You begin to wake up

You feel as if you are missing something

You look around

You feel different

You feel almost free

You feel it, don't you?

You feel the pull - the desire.