(A/N: Sorry for not posting these last few days, been hectic out here...Traveled 600Km to and back to my new collage JUST to register and sleep in a cheap ass motel with no laptop and then return all in three days)
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Jason's vision warped and shattered like glass. The battlefield, Raven, the collapsing city — gone. He now stood on an endless stairway of bone and blood, and at its peak sat a throne forged from the skulls of gods and kings. Upon it lounged a figure of pure malice: four arms, four legs, his chest scarred with a gaping, grinning mouth, and above it all, that cruel, all-devouring smile.
Ryoumen Sukuna. The King of Curses.
Jason exhaled slowly. His instincts screamed at him to kneel, to bow before the weight of the presence crushing down on him — but he stood his ground."So…" Jason said evenly, eyes locked on the monster. "How are we gonna do this?"
Sukuna chuckled, his voice echoing like a thousand blades scraping against stone."You're oddly calm for a brat in my presence."
Jason shrugged. "Well, I figured… we share the same body. But unlike Yuji, you don't talk to me much. You don't try to steal control. So I'll assume you can't."
The King of Curses leaned forward, his grin widening."You're aware of my little time with that brat? Interesting… The Devil was right. You are amusing."
Jason's eyes narrowed. "The Devil? You mean Lucifer Morningstar?"
Sukuna's laughter shook the hall. "Yes… that bastard. He and I struck a deal most entertaining. My survival — and your strength."
Jason tilted his head, skeptical. "So the great Sukuna sacrificed everything just to cling to existence? Bullshit. What was the real deal?"
Sukuna rose from his throne. The air bent under his presence. The extra mouth on his chest began to laugh along with him."Oh, I didn't lie. It was either extinction at the brat's hand… or this. But of course, I wouldn't simply linger inside your little skull."
Jason's instincts sharpened — something was wrong.
Sukuna's eyes gleamed. "When your corruption reaches one hundred percent… not once, not twice… but three times—" his voice thundered, rattling the stairway itself, "—I will take over this body. FOREVER. That was my bargain with the Devil."
Jason's retort died in his throat as his body was suddenly ripped from the throne. He looked down — he wasn't standing anymore. He was sitting. Sitting on the throne where Sukuna had just been. Watching. Frozen.
And in his place, towering in the real world, emerged Sukuna himself. His four arms flexed, claws twitching in anticipation, his aura shredding the very fabric of Jason's Domain.
He looked down at Raven still clinging in confusion, at Trigon's titanic form looming above them both, and his grin widened.
"Now then…" Sukuna's voice rumbled like the coming of an apocalypse. "…I'll save you from this pitiful 'demonic god.'" His gaze snapped toward Trigon, a predator recognizing another predator. "Because soon enough, brat… this body will be mine. And I won't have anyone else breaking my toy before I claim it."
"Not to disrespect the King of Curses," Jason muttered in his own mind, "but how exactly are you going to deal with this so-called pitiful god?"
Sukuna's laughter thundered through him. "You are amusing… but foolish. Tell me, brat, how many fingers have you consumed?"
"Four," Jason replied without hesitation. "Three before we got here… and one more since then."
"Five in total…" Sukuna's grin widened. "That is the limit of your current body. Lovely. Now let me ask you this: do you truly believe five of my fingers are enough for you to wield my true domain? To grasp my Dismantle… my Cleave… or even my Divine Flames?"
Jason's eyes widened as realization hit him. "You mean—"
"Yes, fool. My power has been altered by the Devil himself to fit this world. And right now—" Sukuna's voice deepened into a growl that shook the marrow in Jason's bones. "For the next ten minutes, I am unrivaled."
The world trembled. Trigon's eyes ignited, beams of pure hellfire lancing toward Sukuna. Last time, Jason had needed hundreds of cuts to deflect them. Sukuna raised a single finger. One slash. The beams split apart, harmless, carved neatly into twin halves that screamed past him.
Trigon's titanic head tilted, his voice rumbling with genuine interest. "Your presence… has changed. A new one. almost that of a god.... A cursed one at that…"
Sukuna's grin stretched inhumanly wide. "I never claimed to be a god. But perhaps…" He raised his arms, the extra mouth on his chest laughing alongside him. "…I am something far worse. I am the King of Curses."
The Domain erupted.
The shrine stretched into an infinite monument, skulls stacked upon skulls, glowing with hellish crimson light. The ground rippled like liquid glass, reflecting every death Sukuna had ever authored. The air itself bent beneath his malice.
Jason's voice whispered in awe, though he hated himself for it. "What… is this?"
"Watch closely, brat." Sukuna's eyes never left Trigon. "This is my power—at its peak. Enhanced by none other than the Devil himself. It is the same technique I once used to end a man who believed himself untouchable."
And then—silence.
Not hundreds.Not thousands.Not millions.
One. Singular. Slash.
It was not aimed at Trigon. Not at his chest, his heart, his head. No—it was a cut made against space itself. The laws of existence trembled. A strike that cared nothing for barriers, domains, divine flesh, or the arrogance of gods.
Trigon's defenses meant nothing.
Reality split.
The King of Demons, the titan who had cowed dimensions, was carved in two. His monstrous body toppled, halves peeling apart like paper, his upper torso crashing into the ruined city below with an earth-shattering roar.
Sukuna stood above it all, laughing like a mad god. His appetite awakened. His grin unchained. To see Trigon, Lucifer, and others of this cursed world—this was the feast he had longed for.
And then he was gone. The shrine dissolved. The four arms, the second mouth, the unholy grandeur—vanished. Jason gasped as he found himself once more in control, seated on the collapsing remains of his throne.
"Raven," Jason said, his voice steady but his heart hammering. "Let's go. It's over."
Raven's eyes were wide, her face pale as she stared at the impossible sight—her father, the eternal demon, lying split in half across the shattered landscape.
"Is he… dead?" she whispered.
Jason shook his head grimly. "Hardly. Wounded, yes. But Trigon doesn't die from something as simple as that. All we did was buy time." His hand found hers, pulling her forward. "So let's move. Before he rises again."
And above them, in the shadows of Jason's mind, Sukuna's laughter echoed still.
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