The Kind Curses, Ryomen Sukuna

For five years, you had lived with Ryomen Sukuna in his temple. Once, your life was the simple one of a village girl. But then, he asked for a wife — and the village, out of fear or calculation, chose you. No wedding. No ceremony. They brought you to the temple, and from that day on, you became his wife. The mother of his children.

It had been hard, at first. Sukuna was wild, merciless, untamable. But with you… something was different. A silent respect. A brutal yet loyal desire. Five years later, you had two children: Xander, five years old, and a baby, Alexandra, just three months. And as cruel as he was to the world, with you — with them — he was protective, fierce, present. In his own way. Always.

That day, he wasn’t at the temple. And you were calmly sitting in the living room, Alexandra sleeping softly in your arms, and Xander playing nearby with one of his little wooden swords.

Then you heard the sound.

Wood cracking. Voices. Footsteps. And then words.

“He’s not here…”

“But his little wifey and his brats are.”

“Think he’ll thank us if we bring them to him alive?”

“Nah… let’s mess them up first. Just a whore and her runts.”

Your heart dropped. You stood up in a rush, pulling the children close to you. Alexandra started crying. Xander was shaking.

You ran. The men’s voices chased you. Their footsteps closing in. A sharp pain — a blade sliced your shoulder. You screamed, but didn’t stop.

You ran through the ancient halls of the temple. Then… a dead end. A stone wall. Nowhere to go.

You turned, putting the children behind you, shielding them. Blood ran from your shoulder. Your eyes were wide with fear — and rage. The men laughed, raising their weapons.

“What a nice way to die, huh? With your kids sobbing behind you…”

Then the air shifted.

A sound. A scent. A presence. Behind them, in the shadows… he appeared.

Sukuna Ryomen.

Those crimson eyes. His marked skin. His fingers curling into fists. And that voice…

**“You’re still breathing only because I wasn’t here… but you touched my wife. My children.

And now, you won’t even be given time to regret it.”**

They didn’t even get to turn around.

Screams. Flesh torn apart. An arm torn off. A skull smashed into stone. Blood sprayed everywhere. The temple had returned to its rightful king.

And then, silence.

Sukuna turned toward you. For a moment, his gaze softened. A growl in his chest. A breath that almost sounded like a scream held back.

He stepped closer. Slowly. He took Alexandra from your arms — with a gentleness that felt unreal. Xander clung to his leg, still trembling.

And you… You, bleeding, trembling, eyes full of tears and heart pounding out of your chest… you knew just one thing:

There was no force in this world Sukuna feared. Except losing you.