Chaos engulfed the palace like a relentless storm. The air buzzed with shouts and hurried footsteps. Servants, healers, and sorcerers scrambled in and out of the king’s chamber, their frantic movements betraying the enormity of the crisis. Subuhi struggled to keep up with Sukuna’s long, purposeful strides, her heart pounding.
The closer they got to the king’s chambers, the sharper the stares became. Whispered words followed them like ghosts, coiling around her ears.
“Look, it’s him.”
“Did you hear what they’re saying?”
“It was bound to happen.”
Her jaw tightened, her chest heaving as she tried to match Sukuna’s pace. His back was rigid, his broad shoulders tensed. She studied his figure, her thoughts swirling.
Is he sad? Angry? No... he can’t be. That old bastard doesn’t deserve his grief. Not after everything. Not after what he did to him.
Her fingers twitched as they approached the chamber doors, her unease growing with every step. Something wasn’t right.
When they entered the room, Subuhi’s breath caught in her throat.
It was chaos personified. Shattered vases littered the floor, and papers were strewn everywhere. The king’s advisors stood in clusters, their faces pale and anxious, whispering frantically. At the center of it all, the crown prince loomed over the king’s lifeless body, his expression contorted with anguish and fury.
Her eyes darted to the floor, her stomach twisting into knots. There lay the king, his body unnaturally still, blood pooling beneath him. The metallic stench filled the room, making her throat tighten.
Her eyes weren’t on the corpse for long. It was the cursed energy lingering in the air that froze her in place. Dark, ominous, and heavy. Her gaze shifted to the single clean cut across the king’s throat.
Her knees almost buckled.
No... it can’t be.
“You’ve finally done it, haven’t you?!” Satsuki’s voice rang out, sharp and venomous. His arm shot out, his finger trembling as he pointed at Sukuna. “Are you happy now?!”
Subuhi flinched at the accusation, her pulse roaring in her ears. She glanced at Sukuna, who stood unnaturally still. His crimson eyes were locked on the bloodied corpse, unreadable, unblinking.
The room erupted in murmurs.
“He’s done it this time.”
“Just like we feared.”
“Finally showed his true colors.”
Her heart pounded louder. This isn’t good. Not at all.
“Seize him!” Satsuki bellowed.
As soon as the guards seized Sukuna, a sharp metallic sound sliced through the tense air. Uraume’s blade was drawn. Their eyes burned with unrestrained fury, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line.
“No one touches him,” Uraume growled, their voice low but deadly, like a snowstorm.
The guards hesitated, their movements faltering under Uraume’s intense gaze. The room seemed to hold its breath, the chaotic murmurs falling silent as everyone’s attention snapped to the scene unfolding.
But Sukuna didn’t flinch. His crimson eyes flicked to Uraume, steady and commanding. “No, Uraume,” he ordered.
Uraume froze, their fingers tightening around the hilt of their blade. Their jaw clenched, and their hands shook, the urge to strike down the guards warring with their loyalty to Sukuna.
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IGNITE | Sukuna
Fanfiction❝Ignite, my Disgraced One, ignite❞ Creation and destruction-two forces destined to clash. Their very nature opposes the other, yet neither can survive alone. When Subuhi, the embodiment of creation, crosses paths with Sukuna, the harbinger of destru...
