𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | 𝕴𝖙𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖄𝖚𝖚𝖏𝖎 × 𝕺𝕮 × 𝕾𝖚𝖐𝖚𝖓𝖆

The King Of Curses

Inari's POV

Sukuna's presence casted a shadow of intimidation over the three onlookers. With a slow, deliberate stride, he closed the distance between them, his gaze piercing and commanding.

"You're all holding your heads a little too high to be standing before me," Sukuna remarked, his voice low and dangerous.

The girls prostrate themselves and Jogo gets down on one knee.

"Did you believe taking one knee was enough?" Sukuna's technique creates a giant gash in the wall behind the trio that cuts off the top of Jogo's head and I flinched. 

I looked at my hips to see that Sukuna's hand never left my waist.

"The greatest men bow the lowest, or so it goes. Ha!!" As the cursed spirit began to bleed profusely across his face, Sukuna's lip curled into a mocking sneer.

"You don't value your life highly, do you?" Sukuna taunted with scorn.

"The boughs that bear the most hang lowest." His words dripped with derision as he reminded the cursed spirit of the consequences of his arrogance. 

"You brats," Sukuna first addressed the girls. "You wished to speak to me, yes? I'll grant you a finger's worth of audience. Speak."

"B-Below us," Nanako stuttered, her voice trembling as she spoke, "there's a man in monk's robes with a suture across his forehead. P-Please, k*ll him."

'Geto Suguru's fake.'

As Nanako spoke, a desperate plea for Sukuna's intervention. I watched silently, uncertain of the significance of her request but sensing the urgency in her tone.

"Geto Suguru...?" I whispered to myself, piecing together the fragments of information. 

It was clear that something grave was unfolding, and I couldn't help but feel a knot of unease forming in the pit of my stomach.

"We know the location of one other finger," Nanako's voice trembled as she spoke, desperation lacing her words. "If you'll k*ll that man for us, we'll tell you where it is. So please..."

Nanako's willingness to strike a deal with Sukuna was a dangerous gamble, one that could have dire consequences for her, probably even us if his mood sours from it.

Sukuna regarded the girls with an unreadable expression before issuing a command in his chilling tone. "Raise your heads," he demanded.

As the girls complied, a sudden eruption of violence shattered the tense atmosphere. 

Mimiko's head was violently severed in a brutal fashion, leaving Nanako screaming in agony for her fallen twin.

"Mimiko! Mimiko!" Nanako's cries echoed through the air, each word laced with heart-wrenching anguish as she mourned the loss of her sister. 

The sight was a grim reminder of the merciless cruelty of Sukuna... The king of curses... I bit my lips, my husband....

"Did you think a measly one or two fingers would grant you the right to order me around?" Sukuna's voices his displeasure in the sharpness of his tone.

"No! Mimiko!" Nanako's screams echoed through the room, a symphony of grief and desperation as she mourned the loss of her sister. 

"No way, no way! Mimiko!" Her cries reverberated off the walls, each word a desperate plea for a miracle that would never come.

Sukuna's frown deepened at the scene unfolding before him, his patience wearing thin as he watched Nanako's anguish unfold. 

"How offensive," he muttered under his breath, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes.