❝ ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WISHED FOR ? ❞
𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 - SUKUNA X READER •°. *࿐
( Sukuna x Reader x Heian Era )
AU : HEIAN ERA
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 : ongoing
𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 03/29/2024
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CHAPTER FIVE
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Blood.
It was the only color that seemed alive in the throne room, a deep crimson that soaked into the marble floors, splattered across the walls, and dripped from the bodies piled at your feet.
So many lives lost in mere seconds, snuffed out the moment Sukuna released your chin and rose to his feet.
He had killed them all—each and every one—without hesitation, without mercy.
But not before stripping them of their dignity, making a spectacle of their deaths, severing their heads with a cruel efficiency that left you sick to your core.
You had seen many things in this palace, but this... this was something you wished you could erase from your memory.
That day, you truly understood the depth of Sukuna's power, the terrifying reality of what he was capable of.
The hall had filled with screams as servants scattered, desperately seeking a place to hide, while men drew their swords in a futile attempt to defend themselves.
They all fell like paper before a storm, crushed by the overwhelming force of his might. They never stood a chance.
"Uraume." Sukuna's voice cut through the chaos like a blade, bringing an abrupt silence to the throne hall.
The tension in the air was suffocating, and every eye turned to him as Uraume swiftly appeared by his side, bowing low. "Your majesty," they murmured.
"Take the concubines back to their chamber," Sukuna ordered.
With a cruel smirk, he released your chin and rose to his feet, a sense of impending doom radiating from him like heat from a fire.
Your gaze drifted across the room, locking onto Lily. She was seated calmly among the other concubines, her lips curled into a faint smile of cold amusement.
Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as if she took pleasure in your suffering.
The concubines stood up one by one, following Uraume as they were led out of the hall. A murmur of unease began to ripple through the remaining guests; the tension was palpable. One of the western men abruptly stood, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.
"What's going on, Your Highness?" he demanded, his voice attempting to sound firm, though it trembled with underlying fear.
Sukuna descended the throne's stairs slowly, each step echoing through the vast room, each movement heavier and more menacing than the last.
