The Bride of Sukuna, ch. 2
Angel eyed the stuffed creature wearily. To the fluffy things credit, it looked lifelessly back.
“And you brought them back here,” the principal stated, for what felt like the umpteenth time.
“‘Course. I’m meeting with the higher ups about Itadori, might as well see if the ‘bride of Sukuna’ will give them a heart attack to finish em off,” Satoru said brightly, adding air quotes to his speech.
“They don’t have any cursed energy, which is interesting. But how do we know they won’t immediately go to Sukuna?” Yaga continued.
“‘They’ are right here. And I have no intention of being anywhere near that four-armed beast,” Angel stated, wrinkling their nose in disgust. Their mouth flooded with the memory of that creatures vile blood.
“Ahh, the angel does have attitude!” Satoru jumped in. Angel shot him a withering glare.
“I don’t know how long I’ve slept, or been dead, or…whatever happened for me to be encased in stone, but I am not his bride, or promised one, whatever this age calls me now,” Angel stated firmly.
I hope this is the right move. Angel thought to themself.
“The point still stands that your power amplifies Sukuna’s. It would be wise to limit what energy he has while the vessel is so new,” Yaga stated.
“Vessel?” Angel asked, heart dropping. Satoru turned his head in her general direction, a questioning look passing over his features.
“Either way, I suspect that the elders will want to execute our angel here, the best thing being that they can act as bait for Sukuna if itadori does fail at handling him,” Satoru said. He grinned at Angel. “Really, the elders’ first mode of action is just to—“ he ran a finger across his throat, sticking his tongue out dramatically as he made dying noises.
“They’re not very smart,” Angel observed.
“Nope! See Yaga? Even a person who’s been here for all of an hour sees how shortsighted our higher ups are,” he said brightly.
“We will have to measure Angel’s abilities, given you’re able to persuade the elders to keep them alive,” Yaga said.
“Aw, don’t be so pessimistic, they love me!” Satoru said cheerfully as he sidled out of the room, grinning from ear to ear.
“So, can your friend stop staring me down?” Angel asked, gently nudging the stuffed creature away.
“No can do. You’re under guard until Gojo returns,” Yaga replied, waving a hand. A massive lumbering beast approached, tongue lolling out lazily. Angel grimaced, sitting down.
“I get it,” they grumbled.
Angel had dozed off in the hours that they waited. They awoke, head tucked against one wing as the other enveloped them in a feathery blanket. The two stuffed animals remained on guard, casting barely a glance at them as they sat up, rubbing a palm into their eye.
“They awaken,” satoru said brightly. Angel jumped, drawing their wings around them defensively.
“Sorry, sorry, Shoko has been telling me to stop scaring people like this,” Satoru said, squatting down in front of them.
“So am I dying?” Angel asked.
“Well! Good news, not right now. Bad news, probably in the future,” satoru said.
“And why must I die?” Angel sighed.
“You don’t know the legend, huh? Suppose you’ve been sleeping for centuries, so you wouldn’t know how convoluted it’s become,” Satoru said, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
“The official Sorcerer stance is that the ‘bride’ of Sukuna made it so that he was unkillable from the lovebite that they administered him. The golden poison you have supposedly made it so that he would be able to return when the time was right, and so the two cursed lovebirds would return once more, to rule an age of demons,” Satoru said.
“What do you believe?” Angel asked.
“Me? I think there’s a bit of truth to it. I don’t think you’re as loyal to Sukuna as the stories make you out to be, given that you weren’t exactly excited about his reappearance,” Satoru said.
This one is dangerous. He was dropping information to see my reactions Angel couldn’t help but feel a little impressed with him.
“No, what I did was…not in his favor,” Angel said. They knew that much at least.
“Interesting. Not so romantic yeah?” Satoru sighed dramatically.
“Don’t tell me you believed in that,” Angel said, feathers ruffling in alarm. Satoru burst into laughter.
“No, no! You should see your face! You look like a startled chicken!” Satoru cackled, pointing a finger at them.
“Hmmph,” Angel pouted, crossing their arms over their chest. They focused on smoothing down their feathers, waiting indignantly for the man to stop laughing at their misfortune.
The truth was, they did have a soft spot for Sukuna once upon a time. But that was long ago, further before either of them even knew their special abilities. Had grown into their true selves.
Angel studied the man in front of her. Did he know what it was like, to have to betray the one he loved?