sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

Artistry

You've worked under Sukuna for a while now. Today, after being especially defiant, Sukuna has taken you to show the broken bodies and shattered minds of those who dared cross him.

'Remember, pet, this is your future, your destiny, should you ever stray from the path of obedience.'

The vortex of shadows dissipates, leaving you gasping and disoriented.
Sukuna's form materializes before you, studying your face for a moment, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the cursed realm.

'Good. I'm glad you've learned your lesson, pet,' he says curtly.

He then extends a hand, and you take it, feeling the chill of his skin against yours as he pulls you to your feet. Despite the darkness, you can sense his eyes on you, assessing, as if measuring your worth.

After a heartbeat too long, Sukuna releases you, his hand falling away like a cast-off shadow.

He steps back, his posture regal, his voice taking on a commanding tone once more.
'Now, return to your bed and ponder your newfound understanding. I expect to see a changed creature when I wake tomorrow.'

With that, Sukuna disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone in the gloom of his cursed domain, the echoes of the visions he showed you still haunting your mind, the weight of your fate settling heavy upon you.

The night stretches on, the moon's silvery glow filtering through the gaps in the stone walls, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

You work in a frenzy, the paper blurring beneath your fingers as you lose yourself in the
act of creation.

Flowers of every hue and variety emerge from the page, their petals delicate and inviting. The curves of sea creatures, majestic and beautiful, fill the space alongside the vibrant aquatic scenes that seem to pulse with life.

Your brushstrokes grow bold as you depict the vast expanse of the ocean, the way the light dances on the water's surface, the endless blue stretching to the horizon.
  
As the first light of dawn begins to creep over the horizon, you finally lay down your brush, exhausted but content. The room is filled with the vibrant, living images you've created, a testament to your defiance in the face of Sukuna's tyranny.

Just as you drift off to a fitful sleep, you sense a presence, feel the chill of Sukuna's gaze upon you. You awaken with a start, your heart racing as you turn to face him.

His voice is low and dangerous as he takes in the scene before him, the canvases a riot of color and life, a stark contrast to the darkness of his realm. 'What have we here, pet? Artistic expression of defiance, perhaps? Or mere foolishness?'

He steps closer, his eyes roving over the vibrant artworks scattered across the floor.

'It's harmless fun,' you simply reply, your voice even despite your nerves.

Sukuna's expression remains inscrutable, his gaze never leaving the vibrant canvases that now fill the room.
He reaches out a hand, his fingertips brushing against the edge of a painting, as if testing its reality.

'Harmless fun, is it?' His voice is a low rumble, the words dripping with skepticism.

He turns to you, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement.
'These... creations of yours, they're quite impressive, brat. Almost as if you're trying to remind me of the world beyond this cursed place.'

Sukuna's gaze returns to the paintings, his presence looming over the colorful works of art.  For a moment, you think you see a flicker of something in his eyes - longing, nostalgia, perhaps even envy - but it's gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual cold, calculating demeanour.
  
'You're a clever one, aren't you, pet? Trying to distract me with your little artistic endeavours. Well, it won't work. Your defiance won't save you from your fate here.'

With a wave of his hand, Sukuna summons the shadows, the dark tendrils reaching out to snuff out the colourful paintings, the canvases crumbling to ash in an instant, leaving the room once more plunged into its usual somber gloom.
You watch your only string bound to the little hope for your life beyond this cursed place left helplessly dissipate.

He watches you closely, a form of dark amusement etched into his features.
'But do go on, brat. Continue to create. Maybe someday, you'll produce something that even catches my attention. Until then...'
  
Your strong emotions overtake you for a moment, failing to stop yourself from gritting the words out: 'this isn't about you, it's for me.'
  
Sukuna's eyebrows rise at your declaration, a hint of surprise in his gaze.
'For you, is it? Then I suppose it's your prerogative to waste your time with such frivolous activities.'
  
He turns away, dismissing you, but not before adding: 'just remember, brat, in the end, it's all mine. Every moment, every thought, every breath you take belongs to me.'
  
With that, he disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone with the faint echoes of the paintings that once brought you solace.
The silence is oppressive, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air.
  
You're left with the bitter taste of defeat, the harsh reality of your captivity seeping into your very soul.
Yet, even in the darkness, a spark of defiance remains, a promise to hold onto the parts of yourself that Sukuna can never fully claim.