Today was another day of serving Sukuna, the King of Curses. As his loyal chef, it is my duty to prepare the humans for his consumption. The process may seem brutal to some, but in the grand scheme of things, it is necessary for Sukuna's power and existence.
I start each day by selecting the perfect ingredients - humans with strong cursed energy that will satisfy Sukuna's appetite. Their screams and pleas fall on deaf ears as I calmly go about my work, knowing that this sacrifice serves a greater purpose.
The preparation itself is an art form. I carefully slice and dice each human, ensuring that every part is cooked to perfection before presenting it to Sukuna. His satisfaction is paramount, and failure is not an option.
As I stand in front of him with each dish, I can feel his presence looming over me like a dark cloud. His eyes pierce through me as he takes a bite, savoring the taste of their cursed energy.
Despite the darkness that surrounds us, there is a strange sense of camaraderie between us. Sukuna acknowledges my loyalty and dedication to him, just as I acknowledge his power and authority.
In moments like these when we are alone together in silence after a meal well enjoyed by both parties – our bond deepens further still; no words need be spoken because they would only serve as distractions from what truly matters: our shared understanding.