sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

yoU hAve beEn pRomotEd!!

As your eyes flutter open, the first thing you notice is the unfamiliar opulence of your surroundings.

You're no longer in your cell, but in a grand, lavishly decorated chamber with walls of dark stone and glittering tapestries that tell the history of Sukuna's conquests.

A figure stands by the large, ornate windows, looking out over the kingdom.

The sunlight catches the edges of his black robes, making them seem to absorb the light rather than reflect it.

It's Sukuna, his back to you, a picture of serene composure that belies the darkness within him.

Sukuna turns to face you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he notices your wide-eyed wonder.

'Good morning, pet. I trust you slept well?'

'This is your new quarters, brat. A fitting place for the royal artisan of my court. You'll find everything you need within these walls - a studio for your creations, and of course, me, your master and guide,' he says as he moves closer, his voice low and hypnotic.

Sukuna's gaze lingers on you, his expression a blend of anticipation and possession.

'Now, let us begin the day's tasks. I have several ideas for your next creation, each one more challenging and thrilling than the last. Are you ready to unleash your full potential, pet?'

You, still not being fully attentive, looking around with a dueling mix of horror and wonder, nod absentmindedly.

'Lead the way,' the words leave your lips in a soft whisper.

Sukuna's smile widens. 'Excellent. Come then, let's start with something simple... at first. I'll show you to the studio.'

He turns and strides purposefully out of the room, expecting you to follow.

As you move through the castle, the opulence only grows, each room more lavish than the last.
You catch glimpses of dark magic at work, the very walls seeming to twist and writhe with power.

Finally, you arrive at a large, dimly lit space filled with half-finished projects.

'Welcome to your workshop, pet. Here, you will craft the wonders that bring me such delight. I trust you'll find everything you need to bring your imagination to life.'

He begins circling the room, his eyes roaming over the various projects and supplies.

'I have a special assignment in mind for you today. A sculpture, to be precise. One that will showcase your skill with detail and nuance. You may start whenever you're ready.
Oh, and keep this in mind, brat: every piece you create is a statement, a reflection of your devotion to me and to the darkness we embody. Make sure your work reflects that properly.'

Before you go to work, you inquire about his tastes.

'Yes, I have a clear vision,' he replies, 'a representation of your place in my kingdom, a symbol of the delicate balance between your creativity and my dark power.'

He steps closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

'Envision a figure, pet. A duality of form, half-human, half-animal. The human side should be elegant, refined, perhaps even vulnerable... while the beastly half embodies the raw, primal power of the curse. The two aspects should meld seamlessly, yet remain distinct, much like the relationship we share.'

Sukuna's hands come to rest on your shoulders, his touch both reassuring and possessive.

'Let your creativity shine, pet. Make me proud, and in doing so, reaffirm your place by my side. The fate of your next... privilege... depends on the excellence of your work.'

He settles onto a plush couch in the corner, his gaze never leaving you as you begin to work.
His presence seems to permeate the room, an invisible weight that both inspires and intimidates.

Time flies as you get absorbed into your work, until a sudden disturbance makes you jump back.
A gravelly voice speaks from behind you: 'I have come to summon her.'

Sukuna's expression darkens at the interruption, his hand shooting out to grip yours protectively.

'Who dares to disturb us in the middle of... our creative process?'

The man who enters is tall and gaunt, his features pinched and pale beneath his black robes.

His eyes, an unnerving shade of milky white, bore into you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.

Sukuna's voice is low and warning, his gaze never leaving the intruder. 'Kage. I wasn't aware you had a summons, let alone the gall to disrupt my workshop. What business do you have with her, now of all times?'

Kage's gaze flicks to Sukuna before settling on you, a faint, derisive smile twisting his lips.

'Your little pet was requested, Sukuna. By the Queen herself. She wishes to... inspect her progress, as it were.'

Sukuna's grip on your hand tightens, his eyes flashing with a possessive anger.

'The Queen has no right to interfere with our arrangements. She knows full well that your summoning powers are no match for my curse.'

Kage shrugs, his expression unreadable.
'Perhaps. But Her Majesty is not one to be trifled with. You'd do well to remember the precarious nature of your little arrangement with the brat.'

With that, he extends a hand to you, the motion abrupt and aggressive.

Seeing this summoning as a possibility to expand your options, gauging the Queen's needs with a faint hope for freedom, you decide to play along.
With her reputation being outlandishly worse than Sukuna's, you know it's a shot in the dark, but fortune favours the bold... right?

Sukuna's eyes flash with a mix of anger and disappointment as you allow Kage to lead you away, but decides to stay quiet.

He watches you go with a predator's intensity, his presence still palpable even as you step further into the unknown.

The man's long, bony fingers close around your arm, guiding you through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle.
The walls seem to press in closer as you move, the air growing thick with anticipation and foreboding.

Kage's grip tightens slightly as you approach the throne room.
The heavy wooden doors creak open, revealing a cavernous space bathed in an eerie, blue-tinged light.

The throne, carved from a single massive block of dark obsidian, sits at the far end, where a figure awaits.

As you draw nearer, the figure rises, its posture regal and commanding.

The Queen's appearance is as imposing as her power, her red hair stark against the black of her regalia, her eyes an emerald, mesmerizing green.

Sukuna's curse ripples through your veins, a constant undercurrent of magic, even as the Queen's eyes lock onto you, her gaze a weight that nearly pulls you under.

What does she really want from you?