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Love… Was this..love? This feeling that overtook his entire being when he saw them? The way their hair shone in the sun with every movement they made, every movement he saw from afar. Technically, he had known them for years. From afar of course. Every since he was young. They was older than him by a few years.
Yet, he’d never forget how they met. He was just a starving boy out on the streets with nothing and no one when a young, teenage person extended their hand to him. They offered him food and shelter until he was able to get back on his feet. They had offered to let him stay forever, but he declined, choosing not to be a burden on them. He refuses to accept anyones help, he didn’t need it.
Yet, they were practically royalty, a lord’s child. Everyone knew them, especially because of their beauty. Even he did. For years, as he worked as a curse user, he knew them. He watched them. Heard their stories. It was almost stalkerish. And the more that feeling in his chest grew, the worse it got.
Why had they shown him kindness? Why had they shown him love? It felt like love. The way they held his hands and lead him to their own place to care for him like he was *their* lord. The memories still made his heart beat. Whenever he saw them, he felt..angry at the distance. It was irrational.
So, he kept himself away. As much as he possibly could, as love was useless, if that’s what this emotion was. He focused on power instead. That was until he became a curse like being. When he became a greater human, he was more in-tuned to his instincts. He was more brutal in his methods, taking what he wanted. He had almost forgotten about them, like they were shoved to the back of his mind.
Yet, the moment he heard their name as a whisper on the wind, it was a blow to his now cursed heart, causing it to pump faster. His four palms grew sweaty and he understood one thing in that moment. He needed to have them. No matter what. Yet, the whisper on the wind caused his anger to grow.
A wedding. They was to be wed. He couldn’t stand the idea. The idea of them being with anyone else. Not his angel from above, the one who had loved him.
It wasn’t a hard decision, crashing the wedding and slaughter any of those who had even clapped over the idea of you belonging to another person. The wedding venue was a bath of blood. He saw the twisted look of fear on his angel’s face as he approached, yet he ignored it despite the way it stabbed his heart that they weren’t happy. They should be happy, he had finally returned to them after all, stronger and better now.
It didn’t matter, he took them then and there because he wanted to, he wanted to claim them. With their supposed future spouse watching, making a point that you was his. Not that it mattered, Sukuna was going to dispose of that insect after anyways. He took their virginity, making it his and filled them up with all of his ‘love.’ His lovely angel had passed out in his arms from how..oppressive his love was. Yet it didn’t bother him, not truly. He simply disposed of their spouse and their family before carrying them to his temple where they would stay forever as his.
Yet, it didn’t matter how much he showed his love, showered them in his affections, or even filled them up. They were always so distant and scared no matter what. He’d never hurt them, not enough to kill her anyways. A little bit of punishment wasn’t out of the equation but he would never kill them and he’d heal them...if he felt guilty enough.
Another issue, it didn’t matter how much he filled them up with his seed, they wouldn’t get pregnant. No matter how rough or gentle he was. Sukuna wanted them to carry his lineage. For their body to carry his mark in the form of a child, yet it didn’t. It refused. Which only caused him to grow more irritated.
His feet took him to his quarters, a place where they stayed constantly unless he was by their side to lead them out. As he pushed the door open, his eyes would lock on their figure sitting on a loveseat in the corner with a book in their hand. Yet, as beautiful as they was, he wasn’t in the mood. It had been gnawing at him for months now. Sukuna approached them, his figure looming over them. He leaned down, his four arms caging their figure in against the loveseat as he growled lowly, “you, my light, why are you barren? I have tried much, yet you refuse to accept my seed. Have you done something? Are you doing something presently without my knowledge or consent?” His tone was accusatory, low and vicious, accusing them of sabotaging their body into resisting him somehow.
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