All life begins and ends with the Soul; it drives us, motivates us, and brings those we love close. Without the Soul, we would be nothing.
Gakuja Machi, who on Earth knows nothing of the Soul, wants more than anything in the world to live a life full of adventure and thrills. Lately, he's had recurring dreams about a princess and dragon, as he plays the knight in shining armor that saves her from the monster.
One night, after recieving the news that he and his parents will be moving to Silver Side City, a giant utopia of a city, he has a dream of something else...changing his life forever, revealing to him his destiny to become a Trigger Chosen, a person whose soul is of pure light, destined to protect and bring hope to a magical and wondrous world from the forces of evil, wielding a weapon crafted from their own souls, shaped in the form of the users greatest desires, allowing them to unleash their true power, a Grave Trigger.
Gakuja must learn the ways of the Trigger Chosen, find his fellow Chosen companions, and learn how to take his role as leader of the Chosen seriously, while struggling with his urges and desires to throw all caution to the wind and have fun.
Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. Gojo Satoru was sealed, the world engulfed in the Culling Game's flames.
And Ryomen Sukuna? The King of Curses had finally obtained his perfect vessel. But he also took something else - a simple human girl, a whim, a fleeting source of amusement. He had no way of knowing she would become the sun in his endless night... and the architect of his downfall.
This is the story of how he ruined her life, and how, in turn, she ruined him.
The story of the girl who would bring a god to his knees.
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"Mine," he growled against your skin, the word more threat than endearment, a claim staked in flesh and breath. "You're mine, understand? Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to kill if I so choose."
One moment, you wanted to ride him. The next, you imagined the satisfying slide of a blade across his throat, wondering if the King of Curses could bleed like mere mortals. Sometimes, disturbingly, you wanted to do both simultaneously.