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Burning Down The House

 -ˋˏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ɴʙ / ᴀᴏ3 ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ / ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴡᴄ: 1265 ˏˋ-

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, true form!Sukuna, burning bodies, mass murder, a village being destroyed, Sukuna being big and terrifying, limbs being torn off, people dying, pretty gory, decapitation, defecation, vomitting

AN: Happy JJK day! Wanted to write something just terrible for true form!Sukuna my love, something truly gruesome and graphic just like he deserves.

18+ Blog only! Minors DNI!

Burning wood, collective screams of terror and death, maniacal laughter. 

It all happened so fast; people thought it was an earthquake and that it would pass, at first it was a scream, then there was mass panic. There was no chance for anyone to escape, no one would’ve been fast enough on foot or quick enough to get in a carriage and run. Almost like everything happened in the blink of an eye – one minute you were plating dinner for your family, the next they were gone. 

You couldn’t piece together all that happened, between the moment you heard the screams of terror and your heart dropped, to now as you attempt to run from the fires. Each step from the beast was echoing on the ground, creating a shake that makes you lose your balance if you’re not prepared for it. The bodies that litter the scene are another of your biggest obstacles. Some people are still alive, grabbing onto you with what little life they have left, almost like they’re trying to drag down to hell with them. 

Another loud ping, followed by an inferno reaching another home, engulfed in flames almost instantly. He laughed, the demon that was inflicting these horrors on your village. Sadly, you know who he is, what he is. Growing up, your parents would always tell you tall tales of the King of Curses; eat your vegetables or the King of Curses will come for you, go to sleep when you’re told or he’ll punish you, behave or he’ll take you away. Never in your life did you think it would happen – you ate all your vegetables, you went to sleep when you were told, you behaved – mostly.

Your feet were sinking into what you would hope is only mud, pretending you can’t hear crunching every other step. Tears blurred your vision, though you don’t know where you’re going. Anywhere away from the thing attacking your home, the creature you daren’t look at. 

Ping.

Heat radiates from behind you and over your head, fireballs falling in front of you and blocking your path enough to make you stop. Gasping for breath – you don’t know what to do, where to go. Part of you wonders if just running into the fires would be a more merciful death than trying to run away, but your mind won’t give you that option. You charge to your left, smoke fills the air and the houses you once knew were burnt to the ground, piles of ashes with lost memories. Even thinking about the people who lived there and what happened to them makes you want to vomit. 

He’s in your peripheral vision. Just as big as you would’ve expected, if not bigger. More laughter, more pings in the other direction, more screams. You can’t look at him, if you just keep running then you might make it out of here alive. Live to tell the tale to anyone who will listen. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

You thought it was pure terror that engulfed your entire being before, which forced your legs to keep moving and stop you from killing yourself in the flames. No, whatever that was wasn’t anywhere near the actual fear that overwhelmed you now. He was talking to you, that much was obvious. Your entire body went cold, despite the sweat dripping from your body and the heat from the flames tearing down your village that radiated onto you. It felt like your body had hollowed, no lungs to breathe and no heart to beat. 

And you still ran, not giving him a single glance. 

Something grabbed your ankle and you weren’t prepared for it. The body was unrecognisable, no time to be surprised how they were still alive. Their grip was still strong and you struggled to get out, kicking back and forth and shuffling backwards. The mud, blood and guts that your hands sunk into gave no form of leverage, screaming to be let go as the blackened corpse held onto you. 

He was getting closer, the ground shook harder with each step closer. You puked over yourself as you screamed to be let go, thrashing in the bodies you’re going to be left to rot with. This is likely to be your grave, surrounded by people who wanted you to die just like they did. 

A large hand grabbed you around the waist, picking you up from the floor with ease like a doll. The body that held onto you didn’t let go even still, feeling their weight hang off of you as they dangled from your ankle. You’re forced to look at him, face the monster that killed your family and destroyed your home.

There he was, The King of Curses. 

The wicked grin on his face widened as he looked down at you, spread across his cheeks and brandishing sharp teeth. Four red, blazing eyes stare at you with delight, laughing as you puke what you would assume to be the rest of your stomach contents. He was huge, horrifying and loving every minute of your personal torture. 

There was no way to get out of his grasp, no more running. You didn’t notice, but the arm beneath the one that held you moved and tore away the body that clung onto you. The dead weight was gone, but their terrifying grip was still on your flesh. All you could do was cry and try not to vomit again, hope for a quick and painless death. 

Your mom always told you what to do if you can’t run away, cornered with no way out.

“Please don’t kill me!” You plead helplessly. “Please! I can stay with you, whatever you want! Do whatever you’d like to me, I’ll be your slave for the rest of my life! I’ll find villages for you to demolish, people for you to eat, just please please don’t kill me!”

Sukuna watched you with mild interest. You’re not the first nor the last to be caught and pleading for mercy. Just like any other human he’s caught, he wonders if he should play with you. Back in his temple he has humans that work for him, do just about anything he needs; keep the place tidy and visually pleasing, produce humans for him to consume, ensure he isn’t bothered when he doesn’t want to be. Another one might be fun, at least to torture until you die somehow. The way you defecate on yourself is quite amusing, albeit a little sad. 

Is this humanity that he’s feeling? A small spark of something in his chest, unsure what it could possibly mean. Negative, he wants to assume it’s guilt or sympathy. He thinks about how your entire family is dead and what would be the point of letting you run away? You can tell people about him, warn them of his abilities and let nearby villages prepare and test his wrath. That could be fun. 

Nah.

Your head was flicked off by Sukuna’s thumb like a bottle cap, a clean tear in one swift motion. Hands that were holding onto his dropped after a moment, your body realising that the brain had disconnected and no more calls were coming through. Your body was quite nice, though. Shame you couldn’t stop defecating all over yourself. The potential was there – but then again, there’s plenty of other villages Sukuna hasn’t destroyed just yet. Where one falls, another shall be built over time and give him the opportunity to strike again. 

Sukuna has no humanity, no guilt and no sympathy for anyone. 

I could never hate Sukuna because I keep imagining some dramatic backstory and and

He’s someone’s baby…..

absolutely disgusting that i have to create the the things i want to create

Damn son

Damn daughter

soft flower boy sukuna confirmed that wasn't from megumi's memories you lying fuck thats your special little hobby and you let it slip that deep down you're just a fucking baby who likes pretty things like the rest of us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!