sukuna x y/n: Saviour Of The Shadows

Path of Deceit

The grip on your mouth tightens as the figure drags you deeper into the shadows, away from the torchlight and fading sound of the Queen's triumphant laughter.

Panic rises in your chest, but you know screaming would be futile. Instead, you focus on reaching out with your mind, sending a desperate plea to Sukuna.

Sukuna's presence is like a beacon in the darkness, a constant warmth that steadies your racing heart.

You pour all your fear and urgency into the mental link, hoping he can feel your distress.

But as the seconds tick by with no response, doubt begins to creep in.
Has he sensed your distress?
Is he even looking for you?

The thought of being separated from him, of facing the Queen's wrath alone, fills you with a cold dread.

Just as despair threatens to overwhelm you, a faint sense of Sukuna's dark energy brushes against your mind, a confirmation that he's felt your distress call.

Relief rushes through you, but it's short-lived as the figure shoves you roughly into a dark, musty cell.

The door slams shut behind you with a resounding clang, plunging you into total darkness.

The only sound is the heavy breathing of the figure, who stands just beyond the reach of your straining eyes.

You can feel the Queen's dark magic pulsing in the air, a constant reminder of your precarious situation.

'Where did you take me?' your voice comes out in a breath.

'You'll find out soon enough, princess,' it hisses in a gravelly voice.
'The Queen's little plaything has no need for a lavish throne room. But a cozy dungeon suite awaits you...especially one that's meant for wayward royals.'

With that, the figure shambles towards the door, leaving you in the inky darkness, your ears straining for any sound that might hint at your location within the castle's labyrinthine depths.

Even with Sukuna's presence still resonating in your mind, a cold dread seeps into your bones.
You're trapped, alone, at the mercy of the Queen's minions and the Queen herself.
And in this oppressive darkness, it's hard to ignore the weight of your predicament.

Sukuna's warmth continues to soothe your frayed nerves, a beacon of comfort in the face of your grim circumstances.

But as minutes tick by with no sign of rescue, you can't help but wonder: has Sukuna already fallen to the Queen's schemes, or is he even bothering to look for you?

Dreams intrude, fragments of images that sear themselves into your mind's eye - visions of Sukuna's fiery gaze, the feel of his hands on your skin.

These fleeting moments of peace are shattered by the Queen's mocking face, her words echoing in the void of your subconscious: 'You'll rue the day you crossed me.'

The cycle continues, a dizzying dance of hope and fear, love and dread, as your dreams wrestle with the harsh reality of your waking state.

Sukuna's presence remains a constant, a warm ember that pulses in time with your racing heart, even as you're consumed by the darkness of the dungeon.

As dawn's light begins to peek through the cracks in the dungeon door, you stir, your body heavy with fatigue but your mind already primed for the challenges ahead.

The hours tick by at a glacial pace, the silence of the dungeon punctuated only by the faint scurrying of unseen creatures in the shadows.

Your patience is tested, but you maintain a brittle calm, knowing that impatience could prove disastrous.