Give me my wife back

III. The Listless Accord

DURING THE HEIAN PERIOD:

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The almighty King of Curses, Sukuna, stifled a yawn, his eyes glazed over with disinterest as he lounged on his throne. His presence alone was enough to make the room of curse users quake in fear, but today, even the sight of them groveling at his feet failed to amuse him. Their pleas for his assistance in trivial matters, their groveling strategies, and their pathetic displays of loyalty were like background noise to him.

His mind was elsewhere, far from the stifling room and its worthless inhabitants. He found his gaze drifting towards the window, his expression distant. The late afternoon sun filtered through the gaps, casting a warm glow across the dusty floor. The scene outside was much more captivating than the pitiful creatures groveling before him.

The King of Curses, feared by all, was restless. He longed for the distraction his wife's presence brought—a challenge, a bit of chaos, or simply her smile that managed to bring a semblance of relief to his otherwise monotonous existence. If she burst into the room with some trivial issue or even a poorly concocted excuse to whisk him away, he would seize it in a heartbeat.

One of the curse users, emboldened by the silence, began to speak louder, hoping to capture his attention. But Sukuna's thoughts were far away, focused on the hope that she might visit. Or better yet, that she might need him. Anything, just anything, to give him a reason to leave this pitiful gathering behind.

He tapped his finger impatiently on the armrest of his throne, his eyes narrowing as he finally turned his gaze back to the group before him. Perhaps, if they didn't stop their incessant groveling, he could take out some of his boredom on them. A small, cruel smile tugged at his lips at the thought, but it quickly faded as he looked towards the window again, silently wishing for her to appear.

"Master Sukuna, please reconsider and engage in this conversation— the future of the curse users is sacred to us, especially now that the Gojo clan has given birth to a child with both the Limitless and the Six Eyes! This could be the end for us!" The trembling curse user pleaded, his voice wavering with desperation. He looked up at Sukuna with fear and hope, a dangerous combination when dealing with the King of Curses.

Sukuna's response was immediate and laced with boredom. He let out a deep, exaggerated yawn, his mouth wide open as if to mock the curse user's panic. The corners of his lips curled into a lazy, disdainful smile as he finally deigned to speak, his tone dripping with contempt. "Do not order me around, you pathetic being. Know your place," he sneered, his eyes flicking down at the cowering creature with utter disdain.

The curse user flinched, immediately lowering his gaze, his entire body trembling as he prostrated himself even lower. He dared not speak again, knowing he had already overstepped his bounds by raising his voice in the presence of the almighty Sukuna.

Beside Sukuna, Uraume stood silently, their expression cold and unyielding as they glared at the insolent curse user. Their presence was a testament to Sukuna's power and authority, a silent reminder that even without lifting a finger, Sukuna was not one to be trifled with. "You should be grateful that Master Sukuna even bothers to listen to your pitiful voices," Uraume said icily, their eyes never leaving the trembling figure on the ground.

Sukuna's attention, however, was already waning. The mention of the Gojo clan and their prodigious offspring barely registered in his mind. What were these human affairs to him, after all? He was above such petty concerns. The only thing that piqued his interest was the thought of his wife, wondering what she might be up to, and whether she would come to alleviate the monotony of his day.