you're scared, terrified. no matter where you go, ryomen sukuna's always capable of finding you. you curl, hiding within every corner - but he discovers every limb of you. you long to run, but outrunning someone so powerful refrains from doing you a...
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4.3k words. tw: hallucinating, body mutilation, death & nudity. proceed with caution.
• ━━･࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ･━━ •
CARVED, extorted by the pitiful notion of guilt, your weighted bones are adorned with sweat. Trinkets of fireplace flames haunt your dazed features. Dazed features that are sweetly sickened by death's aura.
Why didn't death consume you?
Normality had departed from your body. Your eyes are a bulged mess, your physique stained with the sins of war, and your pact to Sukuna stripped bare by your animalistic human tendencies. If you stayed, what would he have turned you into?
Sukuna's advisor is the closest royal servant he ever had to a friend, so how do his artful eyes depict you now?
"Snap out of it!" Your sister, Demetria, utters out in treacherous fear.
Fear you're incapable of fathoming, your wisps of sanity a breadth away from scattering.
"Did I not say to leave me to figure out my future?" Monotonously talking, your nostalgic flicks of spiritual warmth fade.
"You had it all, dear sister," Engulfed with a vivid ache, Demetria's statement chokes your ragged heart.
"To be bonded to a stern ruler, with all of the luxuries to offer, yet yo—"
"—A ruler with a one-sided imagery of me, longing to make me reap what I sow!" Your tone is adorned with sour despair, leading you to scrunch up your bedsheets — livid.
"Lord Sukuna's creepy advisor deserved every ounce of his cruel death, as who is he to share Lord Sukuna's every whim?" Demetria falls silent at your strained query, eagerly seeking assurance.
"He's royalty, and you had your chance to marry into Lord Sukuna's empire, Y/n," Instantly, Demetria's snarky remark is followed by your writhing mind.
