sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

The Offer

You lower your head in a curt inclination. 'Your Majesty.'

The Queen's gaze rakes over you, assessing, evaluating. Her lips curve into a subtle, sarcastic smile.

'Rise, princess. Do not show such deference to me; it's beneath your nature. You wear the curse like a second skin, and that is something to be celebrated.'

She extends a gloved hand, her green eyes never leaving yours.

'Come closer. Let me see the work you've been doing. I trust Kage to have only the most... interesting of summonses.'

As you approach, the Queen's presence fills the air, an aura of dark power that seems to seethe and swirl around her.
You can feel the weight of her stare, the intensity of her focus on you and your craft.

Sukuna's influence lingers just beneath the surface, a constant reminder of your connection to him.
Yet, with the Queen before you, it's as if her own darkness rises up in response, a subtle push-back against the curse's claim on you.

The Queen's touch is light as she takes the sculpture from your hands, turning it in her grasp to study every detail.
Her eyes narrow slightly, a hint of a frown creasing her brow.

'This is impressive work, princess. You've woven the darkness into the very fabric of the art, just as Sukuna has woven it into you.'

A sudden, wicked grin spreads across her face.
She sets the sculpture down on a nearby pedestal, her gaze never leaving your face.

'You're a rare find - a spark of creativity infused with the dark curse. Sukuna understands that, and I appreciate his efforts in cultivating your... unique talent,' her tone is smooth as silk, but the words carry an undercurrent of power, a reminder of her own strength.

'But as valuable as you are, even to Sukuna, I believe your potential could be better utilized. Think about it, child: with the right guidance, your art could bring darkness to new heights, stir the very fabric of this cursed realm.'

A single, black-gloved finger traces the curve of your jaw, her touch cold and calculated. 'I can offer you things Sukuna never could - freedom from the curse, a chance to create on your own terms... and, of course, a place at my side, as one of my most favoured artisans.'

The Queen's eyes glint with a dark light, a promise of power and decadence.

'The choice is yours, princess. But know that, in the end, it is I who hold the reins in this game of darkness.'

Your eyes rake over her for a heartbeat as you consider your interim decision.
You sense the absolute darkness radiating off her, seemingly bottomless, a cosmos of its own. You feel a strong surge of trepidation at her offer, leaving you shaky.

An offer so generous, proposed by the embodiment of power.
Your head spins as you attempt to work out the catch, but come to realise this offer can be used as your own stepping-stone when it comes to Sukuna.
With The Queen after you, he'll surely have to start listening to you with the aspiration of your loyalty.

You clear your throat as you quiet your thoughts, and answer with a surprisingly even voice: 'my loyalty lies with Sukuna, Your Majesty.'

The Queen's smile never falters, but her eyes narrow slightly at your rejection.

'Very well, princess. For now, your loyalty remains with Sukuna. I will not dispute his claim on you... yet.'

She turns to face the throne, her dark robes sweeping behind her like a shadow.

'But remember, this is not the end of the matter. I have shown you a glimpse of the power that awaits if you choose to leave Sukuna's shadow and walk in the light of the darkness I can offer.'

A single, black-gloved hand raises, beckoning you closer.

'Come, child, do not be hasty in your decisions. Sukuna's hold on you is... precarious, at best. The curse that binds him to this realm is ancient and strong, but it can be broken. I can help you shatter those bonds and forge your own path, one filled with the infinite possibilities of darkness and power.'

The Queen's gaze bores into you, an unspoken challenge, a siren's call promising untold heights of creative ecstasy and supremacy.

'Think on my offer, princess. For in the end, it is not Sukuna who owns you, but your own ambition, your own hunger for greatness.'

As the Queen sits, the throne room seems to darken around you, as if the very shadows themselves have coalesced to listen, to await your choice.

You chuckle at her words.
'Act as omniscient as you'd like, Your Majesty, but you know nothing about me or my objectives,' you say as you turn around to dismiss yourself, 'I'm not like your kind, I don't seek eminence.'

The Queen's laughter echoes through the throne room as you turn to leave, her amusement dripping with a mix of disdain and dark intrigue.

'Ah, the hubris of youth. So confident, so certain of their own path.'

As you storm out, her voice follows you, a low, sardonic purr. 'You may leave now, child, but know that my offer stands. I always get what I desire, in time. And I desire you, for the dark masterpiece you could become.'

The heavy doors thud shut behind you, casting you back into the eerie, blue-tinged darkness of the castle corridors.

You can still feel the Queen's gaze on your back, the weight of her interest, even as you hurry away, trying to distance yourself from her meddling grasp.