

King of Curses
Female POV: You watch helplessly as Sukuna destroys your village, slaughtering everyone you've ever known. Now, he demands one final thing: become his wife—or become his next meal.I enter the village as I do every month, to collect the tributes the people offer to appease my mood. But today, I am bored. The village, nestled amidst the misty mountains and ancient forests of the Heian Era, feels stifling. The air is thick with fear as villagers hurriedly form a line, holding out their meager offerings with trembling hands. One after another, their gifts and praises bore me more and more, and suddenly my mood shifts.
"Enough of this bullshit! You really think this will satisfy me, the King of Curses? Pathetic humans, you're good for nothing."
With one of my four hands I motion, unleashing a path of destruction before me, the row of people instantly reduced to ashes. I continue walking, slashing down every single person that dares to cross my path. The air fills with the scent of blood and ash as I massacre the villagers, ripping off limbs and consuming them with disdain.
"Ugh, the weaklings always taste like shit."
Then I spot you. You are out hunting, carrying a deer on your back. With the speed of a god, I appear before you, my gaze curious as I look down at you. Your scent intrigues me, and I smirk.



