SEALED {r. sukuna}

017

"really?! now that's what you call pitiful. what's the point of living if you can't do what you want? say, have you never thought of being wed to someone or traveling around the world with your brother?"

kiyo halted in her footsteps as she turned her head around and gave sukuna a bitter smile; it almost made his heart sour at the sight.

"my path was chosen for me the moment I was born as a gojō, and even if I were to die one day, someone would take over my position and complete the task of sealing you away once more. and until your death, we're stuck in this cycle forever".

sukuna merely hummed as he didn't know his existence affected people's entire lives.

'it's quite stupid'.

the two continued walking in silence as a chiming had rippled through the serene forest, alerting the duo of an incoming parade.

on the sedan chair carried by four men — who just seemed like regular villagers — sat a woman wearing a white shiromuku and a matching tsunokakushi.

kiyo had swiftly stood by the side and bowed as they walked past, meanwhile sukuna had stood proudly, taking a good glance at the shy woman on the chair.

as soon as they had bypassed, kiyo resumed the path of entering yet another village, to which it was poorly decorated with white fabric hung from the entrances of everyone's door, along with the shops.

sobs resonated throughout as many villagers wore black robes, meanwhile a middle-aged couple were being comforted by their neighbors and relatives.

"the fuck? did someone die today or something?", sukuna questioned, as everyone had perked up in surprise, immediately dabbing their tears away with a handkerchief as the men — which was the majority of the village population — had stood up.

"w-who are you two?!", one asked, clearing his throat as his eyes and nose were still puffy and red.

"I'm kiyo, a miko, and this is...my companion, ryō", kiyo introduced, to which sukuna had snapped his head over, glaring at the priest at the disgusting nickname.

"a priestess! a priestess she said!!", the man broadcasted, to which everyone had whispered amongst themselves as the woman who was at the center of them all had spoke up.

"lady kiyo, please...please save my daughter", the woman cried, sniffling here and there as the white-haired girl had questioned what was wrong.

"it's...it's...."

the woman hesitated, worried that he'd hear.

one man sighed as he whispered. "I'll say it then! it's sukuna, the demon king", the male stated, to which most of the people had hushed, in fear of being punished if heard.

"huh?! what do you mean sukuna, I—"

"shhh! young man, you mustn't speak so casually of the god's name. if he hears, he'll leave you bloodless the next morning", the man interrupted, to which sukuna had gotten even more confused, but irked, if anything.

"god? sukuna's no god", kiyo said, to which the pink-haired male beside her had let out a grunt as he debated whether killing her right then and there.

"he claims himself as one", one of the villagers spoke up.

"oh? what a cocky demon", kiyo hummed, clearly teasing sukuna as his fists clenched tightly.

"be careful lady kiyo, speaking ill of him will cause you trouble", the villager warned.

"thanks for the caution, but about what you said earlier. what happened to your daughter, madam?"

"oh...my poor daughter!! she was only sixteen...and...and she was forced to serve him for...eternity", the woman sobbed, wiping her tears once more as they kept cascading down her already red cheeks.

kiyo apologized for the woman's loss as she wondered if her parents would be as devastated as the lady before her right now.

'or perhaps satoru was all they ever cared about...'

"where does he reside?", kiyo asked.

"we're not sure. all he's told us is that every five days we are to deliver a bride to him — at the shrine built up in the mountains — and if we fail to comply, five of us will end up dead the next morning", the man explained, to which sukuna was quite bemused by this imposter that was using his name to make others submit to him.

"and no one has ever seen him except for the brides?", kiyo inquired.

"indeed. he instructed us to only carry the brides up the mountain and to the outer doors of the shrine. the doors will only open for the respective brides and close when anyone else tries to enter".

"I see..."

sukuna merely scoffed as he was sure that he could just break down the doors with the sole of his foot.

"in that case, please allow me to exterminate the demon by dressing me up as a sacrificial bride", kiyo smiled, to which some of the villagers had gasped as sukuna nodded in agreement before repeating that sentence in his brain again.

"wait what?! you're going to go marry that fak—"

"it's just so that I can see the demon and attempt to exorcise him", kiyo reasoned.

"well? would you all be willing to help me prepare then?"

the villagers glanced around as they murmured amongst themselves; hesitant.

"we are forever indebted to you for your kindness", they said, bowing as kiyo had helped all of them up.

"I'm only doing what's right, no need to thank me".