Cursed | Ryomen Sukuna & Gojo Satoru

(PROLOGUE 1) The Night We Met

In the heart of Kyoto during the Heian Era, where the spirits of the powerless humans, sorcerers, and curses intertwined, Sukuna— the King of Curses, prowled through its moonlit streets.

Countless lives lost, streets bloodied, villages leveled, all in the wake of this... man. His presence stirred fear among mortals and curses alike, drawing dread wherever he went.

Amidst the silent night, however, a figure cloaked in the shadows sprinted through the streets.

A young sorceress navigated the alleys, her white hair shimmering faintly under the moon's glow. She had come to this city seeking revenge for her lost lineage, but what she found was only destruction.

She didn't know how to feel about that. She wanted to be the one to bring the people of this town their demise, yet someone else had already done it before her.

Had she waited too long?

Almost 2 decades of making sure she was strong enough to finally take back what was once theirs— now gone to waste in just a single night.

She didn't know how to feel about it. Should she rejoice? Cry? Lay waste to whatever ruble is left standing in this forsaken village?

She, frankly, had no idea.

However, her moment of thought was cut short when she rounded a corner and came face-to-face with the King of curses himself amidst the ruins of a once-thriving village.

Buildings lay in rubble, though he had not one single scratch on him. It almost looks like he just went on a leisurely stroll.

Their eyes locked and it could be felt— two beings jolted awake by the premise of a worthy fight— two beings of power now face each other. What do they ought to do?

"You dare intrude upon my domains?" Sukuna's voice echoed, laced with a mixture of amusement and challenge. His crimson eyes gleamed with a primal intensity, a stark contrast to the woman's composed demeanor.

"I seek no quarrel with you... King of Curses," the woman responded, her voice steady despite the obvious chaos around them. "But your actions, however. I fear they have beat me to my initial... plans."

Sukuna laughed, a sound that would have sent shivers down the spine of mortals and sorcerers alike. "Having plans is a fragile illusion, woman. Power defines reality, it's either you come do it or not."

She took a defensive stance, and her hand wreathed in blue lightning that crackled through the too-silent night. "I supposed I could not hold against you what I was not able to do. I ought to know, however, if any of the clan heads survived?"

Sukuna's expression darkened, his gaze piercing through the veil of shadows that danced on his two faces. "Clan heads? I do not concern myself with who's who. They are simply all the same to me. Fools and even greater fools. Tell me, what is it you seek? And let me determine whether you are a fool or an even greater one."

"Retribution."

"Pity. I was starting to get curious. Though, what can I expect? Humans are all the same."

Their clash was inevitable. 

The woman unleashed some energy— and though Sukuna could not see it, he felt it— piercing blue lightning danced through the air like ethereal neon serpents. Each strike was met by Sukuna, whose cursed energy cleaved everything like a simple game of whack-a-mole.

However, it was clear to him early on that she was... peculiar. Not just in the way she looks but also in the way she reacts to him. There's not a single ounce of fear in that woman, and he's starting to get annoyed by it.