𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 | R. SUKUNA

epilogue

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"Please!" The man's agonized plea was barely audible, choked by his own distress. "Please, let me live! I'll give you anything you want, p-please!"

His hand contorted in agony as he lay on the ground, face pressed flat against the cold surface, the bones in his arm giving way under the relentless pressure.

Sukuna showed no mercy, increasing the force and causing the man to scream even louder in torment.

"Ryomen, the guards," Kenjaku's voice cut through the tense air as he forcefully opened the prison cell door. Sukuna remained silent, his focus fixed on the broken glass piece he had retrieved after shattering the mirror.

Leaning over, he placed the blade against the man's throat. "Scream louder, you can do a lot better than that, hm?" he taunted, the edge of the blade drawing droplets of blood.

The man, consumed by fear, could only whimper, his tear-blurred vision rendering him helpless. "Thrashing like a fish out of water," Sukuna observed coldly before swiftly slicing the man's throat open. As blood poured out, he stepped back, placing his foot on the dying man's throat to staunch the flow.

As the walls of the building erupted in a violent blast orchestrated by Kenjaku, the police forces began to swarm the scene. Sukuna, dropping the blade, strode towards the gaping hole in the now-tarnished wall.

"I've arranged for a car, let's go," Kenjaku stated calmly, retrieving a gun from his pants.

Sukuna remained silent, falling into step behind Kenjaku as they fled the crumbling structure. Inside the prison, alarms blared, and guards closed in.

Kenjaku had meticulously planned their escape for a week; it was no challenge. After all, it was Sukuna's actions that had landed them in this predicament in the first place.

Four years had passed since Sukuna's ruthless slaughter of Kenjaku's twin brother, Shoko, and several other yakuza members. That was the catalyst for Sukuna's descent into madness. He willingly allowed himself to get arrested, viewing it as an opportunity to kill more targets from within.

Sukuna had become unhinged, a true psychopath. The memory of his arrival at Kenjaku's doorstep, drenched in blood and devoid of emotion, remained vivid in Kenjaku's mind.

The spark of humanity that once was seen in Sukuna's eyes had long faded.

Sukuna had no attachments left—no Toji, no Megumi, no one. Not even Kenjaku. Their relationship was purely transactional; Sukuna would not hesitate to dispose of Kenjaku if it served his purpose.

Over the years, Sukuna had shed his humanity completely. He felt nothing, loved no one. To the point that If you were to return from the dead, Sukuna would kill you without a second thought.

He had plunged into darkness, a void where empathy and compassion ceased to exist.

Sukuna's existence was defined by ruthlessness and survival. Kenjaku understood his role—he provided resources and expertise in concealing evidence, earning him a place by Sukuna's side

Sukuna lived with a singular purpose—to kill and to be killed.

His existence revolved around this grim cycle, fueled by an insatiable desire for destruction. He would continue to claim lives until someone or something ended his own.

This self-destructive mission was Sukuna's own creation, a goal born from the depths of his twisted mind.

He was no longer the same man. He had turned into a "monster" as people would refer to him, consumed by darkness with no hope of redemption.