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Post by Ryomen Sukuna on Jan 12, 2024 1:36:11 GMT -5
| Stirred AWAKE RYOMEN SUKUNA Word Count: 228 |
In the age of modernity it was rare for spirits to emerge to the common man. Dark and sinister specters of the night existed still, but their presence had became muted over time. Yet one night whilst Sukuna slept in the humble abode of his servant, Serenity's modest apartment, the sound of chaos stirred him awake. It was the wails of a woman a floor below them. Frantically she cried out the name of her son to no avail. Annoyed by the disturbance, Sukuna deigned to awake his servant in her bed. He entered her room and shook her awake, his expression was plastered with annoyance.
"Go do something about that woman downstairs. Her cries are annoying," He spoke plainly, running a hand through his matted pink hair.
However, an interesting development piqued his interest. It was faint, but the presence of a sinister spirit lurked in the background. Sukuna could not say for certain the nature of such a wraith, however it was apparent that the woman's son hadn't fallen prey to an ordinary kidnapper, assuming such a fate had befallen him.
"Actually," Sukuna grinned. Any chance to purge a cursed spirit was a chance for him and his servant to have a little bit of fun. "I'll go with you. There might be more to this than we think."
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Post by Serenity on Jan 14, 2024 21:47:04 GMT -5
Serenity hadn't been hosting Sukuna long in her house - but she was growing more and more tired by the day. It seemed as if he was asking for her to do one thing or another every moment, and she was debating throwing him out, yet she had decided against it time and time again. One night in particular, however, she had been sleeping soundly for what felt like the first time in days - and was awoken to hands on her, shaking her roughly awake. She groaned and swatted at the tattooed hands above her, glaring at Sukuna's figure.
"Go do something about that woman downstairs. Her cries are annoying."
Serenity rolled back over defiantly. Whatever was going on downstairs was none of her concern - all she wanted was to go back to sleep and continue the dream of the faceless man that had been caressing her cheek, whispering sweet nothings to her. She had been dreaming of a family with that faceless person, and she didn't particularly appreciate being interrupted. Still, he continued speaking, prompting her to throw the pillow over her head and groan.
"...more to this than we think."
"I don't want to. I'm tired. I've been running around all day long. What's the point of getting involved in someone else's business?"
Just as she had finished the sentence, a bloodcurdling shriek sounded from the floor below, and she lifted the pillow off of her head. If someone was being hurt... how would she feel if she woke the next day to hear about a murder? Flipping the covers back, she was met with a chill in the air that shouldn't have been there. She had set the heat to seventy degrees before bed, and had closed all of the windows... so why was it so cold? She padded toward her closet, pulled a robe out, and wrapped it around herself, her teeth chattering as she made her way to the front door, and opened it.
"If I have to fight some weird demon in the middle of the night, you're going to rub my feet." She muttered under her breath.
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Post by Ryomen Sukuna on Jan 14, 2024 22:46:52 GMT -5
| It's Not Fair Ryomen Sukuna Word Count: 362/598 |
It seemed that his servant was as spirited as ever. Rousing her awake had always been a chore for him, but once the proverbial cobwebs had been cleared from her brain she was more or less composed. Serenity rummaged through her closet to tack on a robe over herself and she headed for the front door with Sukuna in tow.
"If I have to fight some weird demon in the middle of the night, you're going to rub my feet." Serenity muttered in irritation.
Sukuna contemplated her words as if he had took them to heart. He then shrugged his shoulders. "Normally it's my servant's job to massage my feet, but since I was the one that awoke you, I'll allow it."
The biting air invited frost and snow all around the apartment complex. Even underfoot the concrete ground was layered with a sheet of ice. Naturally the Calamity exerted his presence to heat his body to an unsettling degree, warming up not only himself but Serenity should she tread close enough to him. It wasn't long before the presence that Sukuna had sensed before became known to him -- in the gangway where light retreated and darkness reigned the source's power was radiant there.
"Do you sense it?" Sukuna asked her, motioning to the alleyway. "Smells like a vengeful spirit. They tend to stay close to where their deaths occurred," Sukuna informed her.
Sure enough as they approached the alleyway a faint yellow light glistened in the dark. The orb floated before them and took shape into the effigy of that of a small child, a little boy in fact that could not have been older than eight. Near him was the unconscious body of another boy that seemed to have been around that age.
"It's not fair..." The spirit spoke. "Why do they get to have parents? I never got to have anyone. No one loved me. They shouldn't get to have parents if I didn't."
"If you purge his spirit he will be sent to Hell. But if you let him find peace then he'll go to Heaven. I'll leave it up to you."
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