-Tyranny-
(This used to be DMC but i do not have enough knowledge of it).
She was just a normal girl.
School, phone, late-night anime binges. Demon Slayer was one of her favorites. She cried over the deaths, argued about power scaling online, and wondered what she would do if she ever lived in that world.
She didn't expect to actually wake up there.
No truck-kun warning. No glowing god. Just one moment of normal life - and the next, she's staring at unfamiliar hands... stronger, smoother, marked faintly with dark lines beneath the skin.
Pink hair spills over her shoulders.
The body she's in isn't hers.
It's taller. Curvier. Built with effortless strength. Beautiful in a way that turns heads without trying. And when she moves, it feels like something ancient is moving with her.
Then she realizes something worse.
The power she feels - the pressure in her veins, the way the air trembles when her emotions spike - it isn't just strong.
It's Sukuna's.
All of it.
She's not possessed. Not sharing. Not fighting for control.
She is the vessel. And the King of Curses' devastating abilities are hers to command.