MAZOKU YUUJI

"And the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the entire course of life, and set on fire by hell."

the priest, was made not to exist for a long time and this depends on his owners' choice. inside the cursed demon's realm is where it began."what do you want?"sukuna doesn't need to turn to see who visited his shrine. the body that he and mazoku have is currently on its resting phase, he only knows one person who can come here unannounced every 3 A.M. so here is the bright soul climbing up the pile of bones just to get to him. simply just to annoy the curse for sure."I don't wanna exist yet, I'll let you take control." sukuna snorted. mazoku reached his spot but before the vessel can steal his peace, the demon kicked him back to where he was, all the way down as his back lands to the liquified ground. the older must have a recognition for this, for how many times his vessel tries to annoy him, he never snap. It's the other way around, actually. sukuna is more annoying."you fucking parentless ugly ass! let me be here come on!" the demon looks down to his vessel being uncomfortable of the pain that swells on his back, mocking the human with a raise of his brow."get out of here. let me rest.""but you haven't been out for a while!"well, that being true. he hasn't come out, because living with humans are a lot draining than he thought. If only he could kill them all then that's the only fun he can consider when being outside of his domain. he hates binding vows, but he had no choice. he needs to regain all his powers and one of the conditions is he mustn't kill."and it will be for long. I don't fancy the reek of the living."mazoku helplessly lay on the wet surface with a tired sigh. sukuna isn't the one to be forced so he already know talking to him about this won't do a thing. "fine, I shall stay here as long as I please then."the demon couldn't help but roll four of his eyes, he rose from his throne, four arms tangled on his chest and suddenly, his frame stood next to the laying man in a blink of an eye.the vessel did not faze, must be fun to have that ability. mazoku got speed, but not as fast as sukuna. he is strong, but obviously not as strong as the living curse."move." mazoku complied exhaustingly, seated on the ground followed by sukuna."what now?""let's see if I can use the energy I borrowed-""you don't borrow you steal." the human corrected, watching the older concentrate on whatever non mortal thing he is doing."shut." but mazoku is right sukuna admits that. of course he was known to be wicked. in all sort of crimes, he got them. the demon settled his palms on the wet surface, lids close to release the energy he stored. "this power came from a man who possesses the art of shadow. creating figures to exist be it an animal or a human."mazoku was amused, only mouthing his 'wow' afraid that he might interrupt his moment. the wet ground started forming little waves towards them, a light emerged from where his palms sat. a form of clay-like texture arise from the ground, latching around the demon's wrist."a human?" mazoku asked. his own eyes aren't deceiving him, it is a hand forming around sukuna's wrist, made by the texture of black clay as the rest of its form builds in front of them. the curse took his vessel's hand unannounced. before mazoku could complain, his nails pierced right through his palm, directing the drop of his blood to the arm of the forming human, almost solid as them. "hey what was that for?!""if you want to stay here for long but not letting your body rot outside of my domain then deal with this."the crimson flows along the movement of the forming veins, until in the end, a structure of a man is in front of them, sitting, just like how sukuna sat; permed hair, jaw well formed, face almost considered to be unreal on how the vessel could described. sukuna made a fine man that is all he could say."how do you want his life to be?""huh?" the vessel was so engrossed on what's in front of him, he can't even look at the curse demon as he speaks."how about a tycoon?""a priest." mazoku stated.the demon raised his brow, looking at his vessel. "i like that, but let him have my nature.""let him have my name then.. and let him be friendly at least.""yeah? i'll make him torture people."mazoku pulled his hand back, palm already healed by the demon. "but he is a priest!""you want him to be a righteous boring fucker?"the man huffs in annoyance, clearly defeated. sukuna further told his existence. the reason of taking his vessel's blood is so that the priest can use the body they share, but the catch is, it will reform whenever the priest takes control. the formed human is no more in black solid structure, his fair skin shows and eyes shut like in slumber. only sukuna's voice he awaits. that night, the demon and his vessel only have one thought as this priest was completely made—a rest away from the mortal world.