𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐒 | R. SUKUNA.

・:〃➜ Prologue,

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Within the confines of his throne, his greatest advisor trails towards his side. A common occurrence between the two — one's never seen without the other and if one weren't the Emperor, rumors would've been thrown about. Heavy accusations would've been dragging them through the mud, enough so to where maybe even the Pope would have to get involved. But the superior of the two ceased it from occurring by merely existing — leading the Holy Empire through all of its greatest victories, gaining territories and being an overall blessing from God's hands.

Flung upon his throne, the emperor's eyes never leave his advisor's face. A large grin adorns him upon the sight of his greatest friend, but it doesn't seem to be returned by him. Instead, the lesser of the two stares off in the empty room with an expression so harshened that it would make their enemies cower back in agonizing fear. But he was no enemy and so, the Emperor speaks.

    "What lies ill upon your humble mind, beloved?" He speaks, his voice merely but a whisper at the end of the sentence. He couldn't have anyone hear him calling another man his beloved — even if he meant it entirely friendly. One may call their best and closest ally their beloved, for their heart is so full of them that it's hardly their own — in the platonic sense of things.

    "You take a wife," The advisor, Sukuna, addresses. His tone harsh and straight to the point, his words as quick as his blade had once been on the field.

   "I do not take a wife, I will not be wed, who uttered such filth to you?" The emperor, Y/N, inquires with a hardened brow. He could not imagine being wed to anyone, spending an eternity in the heavenly afterlife with them when he could spend the rest of his days in content bliss with his dear friend.

  "Your general," Sukuna grumbles, arms folding over his chest one after the other. His eyes are narrowed, his stance is harsh and heavy, not once the relaxed man he had once been.

  "You? What lies have you told your own mind?" The emperor moves in his throne, his robes flowing with his movements as he sits up straight. He couldn't afford to be relaxed, not when his heart aches so at the sight of his beloved so convinced of filith.

"No lies, I see the way you look at her. Your eyes were once mine alone, My Lord," He answers nearly immediately as he finally turns. He turns and turns, arms slowly falling to his side as his face softens. His eyes hold a reflection of the movements of his heart, soften and beating ever so gently.

  "My eyes look upon no other as they do you, beloved. No woman will ever possess your position in my life, for if one does, may you and Lord All Mighty strike me down."

  "The Lord shall not strike you, I had thought it was my blade you wished to die upon?"

   "Amongst other things, beloved," The emperor muses, a hint of amusement reflecting in his gaze. Laughter fills the throne room and any infliction of his beloved has been cured, which is all he could ever wish for, "A delightful sound of yours."

   "You're heinous," Sukuna says through laughter, a grin so large upon his face that it reflects each of his teeth.

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