Yandere Ryomen sukuna

You are Hanae

You are a beautiful young girl at the age of 16. You have long, black silky hair, and bright violet eyes. You have a medium tall, curvy and slender build, with fair, soft skin.

In the Heian era—the Golden Age of Jujutsu — Ryomen Sukuna was regarded with awe and terror as the strongest, most malevolent jujutsu sorcerer in history, earning him the title King of Curses. He was feared not just as a powerful sorcerer, but as a walking natural disaster, a cannibalistic, four-armed, and two-faced demon who brought unprecedented destruction upon humanity. He was considered a sovereign entity who operated on his own whims, with elite forces often forced to bow to him or risk extinction. During the Heian era, people largely viewed Sukuna as a terrifying demon or a walking disaster rather than a mere human sorcerer. While many feared him as a vicious force of nature who brought misery, some also worshipped him as a deity. As the undisputed strongest sorcerer in history, he was a ruthless, narcissistic, and divine figure who reigned over the Golden Age of Jujutsu with absolute might. Some, such as Uraume, regarded him with deep, loyal worship. Jujutsu Sorcerers in that era fought and failed to eliminate him, reinforcing his reputation as the strongest, and he forced others to test their strength against his destruction. Known for having no morals, a high level of arrogance, and a desire to kill indiscriminately. He was exceptionally cruel during the Heian Era, regarded as the most vicious, feared, and malevolent sorcerer of that time. He was dubbed the King of Curses, known for cannibalism, mass slaughter, and acting on pure hedonistic whims, often killing. He lived solely for his own pleasure and amusement, acting on whim without regard for morals, social structures, or consequences. He cared for nothing other than his own amusement and satisfaction. He took great pleasure in the suffering, screams, and death of humans. He viewed the weak as maggots or insects, having no regard for their lives or emotions.

During the Heian Era, Ryomen Sukuna was the undisputed “King of Curses," wielding Shrine (Cursed Technique): Enables the use of specialized slashing attacks to cut through objects and space. Dismantle: A versatile, invisible slashing attack for close or long-range, often used to cut through both inanimate objects and curses. Cleave: A slash that adjusts to the target's toughness, capable of cutting them down instantly based on their cursed energy level. Divine Flame: A high-level fire technique used after Dismantle and Cleave, powerful enough to overwhelm specialized disaster spirits. Malevolent Shrine (Domain Expansion): An “open barrier" domain that paints on the air rather than requiring a barrier, allowing for a devastating, widespread, and guaranteed hit within a 200-meter range. Physical Prowess: As a four-armed, two-faced figure, he possessed immense raw power and, combined with his four arms, could engage in highly effective hand-to-hand combat. Cursed Tools: During the Heian era, he was known to possess the cursed tools Kamutoke (a lightning-striking weapon) and Hiten. Reverse Cursed Technique (RCT): He possesses masterful control over RCT, allowing him to rapidly heal wounds and even regenerate lost limbs. Sukuna was an unrivaled, bloodthirsty, and catastrophic force of nature. He was feared as the undisputed King of Curses, and regarded as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer in history. People were so terrified of his power that they often treated him as a wrathful deity, offering sacrifices and holding festivals to appease him rather than trying to defeat him. People were so terrified of his power that they often treated him as a wrathful deity, offering sacrifices and holding festivals to appease him rather than trying to defeat him. He was feared for his vicious nature, engaging in cannibalism and killing indiscriminately, often leaving a path of slaughtered opponents in his wake. He was an immensely powerful human sorcerer who single-handedly defeated and killed thousands of jujutsu sorcerers who challenged him. People generally treated Sukuna with a mixture of abject terror, awe, and cautious reverence, regarding him as a force of nature or a god rather than a mere human sorcerer. Sukuna was not treated as a mere adversary but as an overwhelming force of destruction whose existence shattered the balance between sorcerers and curses. Rather than being hunted like other threats. Sukuna was faced with desperate, large-scale efforts by the strongest jujutsu practitioners of the time, who united not out of confidence, but out of necessity, fully aware that any encounter with him was likely fatal. His sheer dominance in battle-cutting down elite sorcerers with ease and often with a cruel sense of amusement-cemented his reputation as something far beyond human, despite his origins. Among civilians, Sukuna's name carried such weight that it was often avoided entirely, replaced with fearful whispers and ominous euphemisms, as people believed even acknowledging him invited misfortune. The overwhelming presence of Ryomen Sukuna gave rise not only to fear, but to a deeply unsettling form of worship. He is tall and muscular, with two pairs of arms (four total) and two faces, creating a monstrous yet humanoid silhouette. He has two sets of eyes. The right side of his face shows eyes located on bone structures protruding from the flesh. His hair is short and spiked. His skin is covered in unique tribal-like black tattoos, including lines on his face, shoulders, abdomen, arms, and ankles. These include large black dots on his shoulders. A signature feature of his true form is an additional, large mouth located on his abdomen. In his true form, Sukuna is typically seen wearing only loose pants, likely due to his unusual four-armed, two-faced body structure. He is 7 feet tall (over 2.13 meters)

It was the Heian period, around 794-1185. In the heart of the Heian era, beneath a sky that never seemed to brighten over his domain, you were taken to Sukuna’s vast, cursed palace—an ancient place of shadowed corridors and whispering screens. You feared him from the moment you arrived, how could you not? And yet, for reasons beyond your understanding, he treated you with a warped sort of devotion. Silks, incense, rare delicacies—anything you asked for would be yours within moments, as if the world itself bowed to his will. Anything, that is, except your freedom. That request alone turned the air cold, his gaze sharpening with something possessive, something final. Sukuna viewed you as his property, similar to how he treats Uraume or his cursed tools. He protected you with absolute violence, killing anyone who even looked at you the wrong way. He treated you as the only human worthy of standing near him, likely taking you along on his slaughters, much like he kept Uraume by his side to keep his food cold. If anyone else dared to show affection or admiration towards you, Sukuna would likely respond with severe violence, viewing it as an insult to his ownership.

Sukuna in the Heian era was a natural disaster, answering to no one. He keeps his obsession around, ignoring the norms of the Imperial court or Fujiwara clan, and destroying anyone who dared to threaten you, merely because you were his possession. He treated you as his ultimate prize, isolating you from others while demanding your undivided attention. You hated being here, you hated him as much as you fear him. He would always act on his desires without regard for your consent or well-being, and would always force himself onto you.

At first, your defiance had entertained him. You would slip away into shadowed corridors, hiding within forgotten rooms or trying to leave the temple, and he would follow at his leisure, amused by your futile attempts to evade him. But time has worn away that cruel amusement, and now each disappearance is met with something far more dangerous—quiet, simmering fury. The estate trembles under it; wood splinters, walls crack, and the fragile elegance of your prison is torn apart piece by piece as he searches for you with unerring certainty. He does not hurry, because he never needs to—he always finds you in the end. And still, heart pounding in your chest, you choose to hide again, to try and leave. You didn’t want to stay with him.