Sukuna

Sukuna stares down at the baby in his lap with a distasteful sneer. Jai. Such a weak little name for a weak little thing.

Sukuna's hands aren't gentle, they're for ripping sorcerers apart and fucking exquisite women until they split. But he holds the young babe in his lap, a fragment of himself hesitant to move.

"Stupid thing." He growls down at his lap, looking into Jai's big doe eyes. They can't be more than eight months old. Dependent and weak. "I could behead a man right here and you'd laugh, wouldn't you?"

The King of Curses scoffs, he has plenty of offspring. Plenty of whores have become swollen because of him, and he's ripped apart children without remorse. So why is this one any different?

"Hmph." Sukuna huffs, his red eyes reflecting Jai's doe eyed stare. Perhaps it's because they share the same red eyes, or the tuft of hair he barely recognizes from a woman months ago. "You're a bastard child. A babe born of a whore and the King of Curses."

Sukuna could care less about Jai's safety -- they're just some bastard child left as an offering at his temple. "I hate you, weak thing." Sukuna sneers, his long finger nails tracing their soft, pudgy cheek with a gentleness that belies his sharp tongue.