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"And I..." she cries "and I swore I would never hit my child. But it's...."
More sniffles while Uraume sits there and calmly lets this woman pour out her shame.
Her job is not to judge.
It is only to be a servant to the heavens,
And help souls find peace,
Regardless of their circumstances.
"It is just terribly hard when I am the only..." she continued on as a loud crash comes in through the side of her building. "What was that?"
Uraume looks up from her seated position,
"Excuse me," she tells the woman as she stands up and goes to check on the sound.
Only to find Sukuna,
Her eyes widen,
Just at the sight of him.
Completely drenched in blood,
But that is not what stuns her,
He was halfway into transition,
His deformed second set of arms flaying out of his sides while those blood demon eyes clawed to open.
"I need...." He stuttered under a horribly broken voice. Two tones, one so fucking demonic that she shuttered from it alone. But the other, human. His good side.
The fact that he could get past the purification barrier that was around the entire convent,
Proved how immensely strong the demon that Sukuna attempted to destroy really was.
"Please!" He begged, exhaustion covered his face. But fear of passing out might lead to the demon taking over.
