Cursed Bloodlines: Y/N's Legacy [ Season 1 ]

Episode XVII: The God of Death: Malevolence Incarnate

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As I stepped into the Jujutsu High conference room, the eerie glow of the fluorescent lights overhead seemed to suffocate me. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unseen eyes watching from the shadows. Yuta stood beside me, his piercing gaze fixed intently on the rows of partitioning boxes that lined the room. Behind each box, a higher-up from the Jujutsu Sorcerers' organization remained hidden, their faces shrouded in mystery.

The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Then, a gravelly voice echoed through the room, its rough texture grating against my nerves. "Thank you, Yuta, for eliminating the curses. Your skills are exceptional." Yuta's gaze didn't waver, his expression unyielding as he replied, "This isn't a thank you. You need something from me." I chuckled nervously, sensing the tension building in the room like a gathering storm.

The voice continued, its tone dripping with an air of superiority. "Itadori Yuji's execution has been postponed. We require your expertise, Yuta, and yours, Y/N, for the revised sentence." My heart skipped a beat as Yuta's expression remained impassive, his eyes never leaving the partitioning boxes. "What makes you think I'd agree?" he asked, his voice measured and calculated. Another voice spoke up, its tone laced with condescension. "Your accomplishments are well-known, Yuta. You're best suited for this task."

Yuta's response sent a chill down my spine. "I'll execute Yuji for cutting off Inumaki's arm, regardless of his connection to Gojo-sensei." My eyes widened in horror as the room seemed to darken around me. How could they ask this? Yuji, my love... The very thought of harming him was unbearable. My vampire and werewolf instincts stirred, urging me to unleash my fury upon those who dared to ask this of me. A higher-up addressed me, their voice like a cold breeze on a winter night. "Y/N, do you understand your role?" I nodded mechanically, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

As I stepped out of the conference room, the dimly lit corridor seemed to swallow me whole, its shadows wrapping around me like a shroud. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting eerie silhouettes on the walls. My mind descended into darkness, consumed by the weight of the higher-ups' words. Their order echoed in my mind like a death sentence: Kill Yuji, the love of my life. The thought was unbearable, a festering wound that refused to heal.

My vampire and werewolf instincts raged, demanding vengeance against those who dared to ask this of me. The air seemed to vibrate with my anger, the shadows trembling with anticipation. I envisioned myself tearing through the Jujutsu Sorcerers' organization, leaving a trail of blood and destruction in my wake. The image was tantalizing, a symphony of chaos and retribution.

How could they ask me to commit such a heinous act? Did they not understand the depth of my feelings for Yuji? Memories of our time together flashed through my mind, fueling my rage. I recalled the softness of his touch, the warmth of his smile, and the gentle way he loved me. The memories were a cruel contrast to the monstrous task before me.

My thoughts turned to Yuta, his expression unreadable. Did he truly intend to execute Yuji? Or was he playing a deeper game? His eyes had seemed impassive, but I knew better. Yuta was a master of deception, his true intentions hidden behind a mask of indifference. I couldn't trust him, not now. The shadows seemed to deepen around me, reflecting the darkness within.