The King's Queen

Chapter 12

"P-please! D-don't do this!! My h-humble lord I apologis-" a man in his late thirties begged on his knees as tears and snot fell off his face, he pitiful display was stopped by him screaming. His assailant had stomped his entire arm off causing a heart breaking scream out of him, he tried to quiet himself as he feared that his wife and son would hear him and become distressed. He looked up to meet with violet eyes which held not an ounce of empathy for the poor man. "If you knew this was going to happen then tell me why?" The assailant spoke in a soft voice that gave anyone who heard it a false sense of security, but the man could not fall for it. Fall for the porcelain doll faced individual who was currently towering over him, as he continued to look at the individual's face he noticed the slight narrow of his violet eyes indicating he was taking too long with his justification.

"My lord it was never my intention for the jujutsu society to find out about the nature of your technique, one of them must have intercepted the letters between us." He pleaded his case but it fell on deaf ears, "Which one?" His assailant said confusing the peasant. "W-what?" He nervously enquired as he genuinely didn't know what the man infront of him wanted, with a roll of his eyes the violet eyed man proceeded to kick the man's chin making him fall on his back and proceeded to stomp his foot on the peasant's chest. "You know there are many things I hate, insubordination is one of them and liars as well as lack of coordination, and somehow you are a three in one package which just grinds my gears." Resisting the urge to break this filth's ribs by just applying more pressure on his poor chest he looked towards the wall in which hid the two other occupants of the house. "If you and your child do not appear in front of me in the next three seconds Consider your husband dead got it." The second he began to put more pressure onto the man's chest eliciting a pained gasp from the man, a woman in her early thirties came out with a prepubescent child behind her legs. The young boy's eyes widened in fright seeing his father in a pool of his own blood and his arm long forgotten on the floor. "Now which one should I kill, your wife, your son or you?" After asking such horrible question the man beneath him started to shout in a fit of rage, "You whore's son! You think what you do is fair and justified. This is why the Court and the jujutsu sorcerers will have your head you barbarians!" The man's wife reprimanded him for his words and told him to take it back, but nothing could reverse what the man had done. The man's eyes were shadowed with his white bangs as he sneered at the man's words, a crack and scream could be heard in the room as he broke one of the peasant's ribs. Blood flooded the man's throat and splashed out of his mouth making his wife and son scream as they stared at the scene with tear filled eyes, the pain was agonising but the events that follow it made him wish that he had died before witnessing.

"You are lucky, if it was Sukuna-sama your wife would have been on the floor begging for mercy as he would do unthinkable things or Kenjaku-dono who would have taken your son and experimented on him." He stated as he casually lifted his hand and a large glacier of ice encased the woman and her son, with a snap of his finger the glacier shattered into pieces converting to snow. The snow was crimson red in colour and man's family was no where to be found, the white and pink haired man rubbed his temple as the peasant's screams were giving him a headache. Looking at the disgusting person covered in grime he simply asked, "Any last words.". "Why?" He croaked out as his body was slowly gave up on him, "Honestly, I was annoyed to hear that you betrayed us so I choose to punish you simple. The fact we had a rat in our operations was ridiculous, so tell me was it worth it at all? After dying for leaking such small information." He asked as he looked at the man dying who utter a faint and difficult 'no, Uraume-san'.

'I hate fire...' Uraume thought as he left the man's home in flames walking back to his master's estate. Hopefully he won't be met with disaster... again... he really hoped that Kenjaku didn't come without him being there. He pouted his lips when he had to deal with the many many traumatised servants of the estate as well as replacing them. Both Sukuna and Kenjaku have a knack of just ruining the people he chooses mental health. 'I swear if I have to replace twenty people again I am going to lose it.' He thought as he walked through the woods of the vast estate casually exorcising a grade two curse in his way. Pushing some vegetation away he was met with the majestic view of Sukuna's grand estate, walking up the temple stairs he was met with the gigantic mahogany and gold plated doors.