Voices

The city was thrown into ruin.

The once glorious city of life, bustle and the American Dream became ground zero for a world that you could practically call Hell.

Aliens amassed on beasts of foreign metal and war paraded the sky raining death on all those unfortunate to be caught on their sight

They swarmed the streets, scavenged, searched and cleared entire city blocks in search of new life to cull

A battle raged on. A fight to decide the lives of many. A war between Gods, man and the like, woven into the tapestry of fate

Hundreds upon thousands of these alien soldiers marched about and trumpeted the massacre of many

However even amongst all this chaos stood a pink haired boy

Hidden amidst the wreckage and loss of life, he watched with tears streaming down his face and hands clutching his head

No trace of a former life, home, friends, family lay inside his head only the an endless emptiness devoid of person... and a single creeping whisper

"Where...Where am I?" He muttered, his voice trembling with the fray he had found himself in, the bodies that surrounded him and the corpse of a black haired woman that grasped his leg

Hear us

His eyes held a withering glow of fear and confusion as he continued to grab and feel the features his less than familiar features 

"W-Who am I?" His mind screamed in vehemence causing him to clutch harder in pain, "-ARGH!"

Use us

Glimpses flashed before his eyes. A unholy veil which hid from the world it's evils like Pandora's box

Become one with us

It fluttered about beautifully like butterfly's wing or flower's petal dancing about against the strong gales of an afternoon. Enticing the boy's mind even further

Reality and the inner world became harder to tell apart as the boy stumbled forward past the woman, past the mountains of corpses, past the fire that singed his clothes and body. 

Come to us

Foreign words and names blurred in his mind that he couldn't even begin to make sense of

Jujustu. Sorcery. Curses. Sorcerers. Heian Era. Kenjaku. Cursed Energy. Uraume

But last but most eerie...King of Curses

The veil was strewn and there before very eyes was a Buddhist shrine that has been disfigured to the point that just gazing upon he believed that his soul had been defiled with sin.

Embrace the Shrine

The shrine had horns on the roof, bones hanging at each of the corners of its summit, bull shaped skulls protruding out of each side of it, and isurrounded with corpses .

It called to him and there was nothing he could do but obey

His body had come to a halt. Both in the physical and cursed realm however in his eyes he saw nothing but evil.

His gaze descended down the mouth of Buddhist shrine and what he saw was a calamity like no other - himself

Take your throne once again..

Become one with us...

Accept us...

Hear our whispers...

Interlocking his fingers together to weave a religious mantra, the shrine that stood before him in his inner world began to paint itself against the canvas of the material world

Erecting from the depths of purgatory itself, it's realised form waited upon the call of it's master to which it received instantaneously

"[Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine]" 

Everything within a 200m radius was consumed in the overwhelming rampage of slashes and incisions

Completely and utterly annahilated.

And the main culprit? The boy that had brought death to the many alien soldiers and civilians roaming about the city in hordes..

Vanished without a trace as the world was left to pick the pieces themselves in search for answers

Welcome back, Ryoumen Sukuna

True King of Curses