Chapter 25 - Chapter 25: Throne of Thorns

🌕 Jujutsu Kaisen: Moon of the Fallen King

📖 Chapter 25: Throne of Thorns

The gates of the Demon King's citadel no longer stood as a monument to power — they lay in shattered heaps, jagged stone and ash piled beneath the crimson sky. Smoke drifted like dying breath from the ruins, curling around twisted spires. At the center of it all, Sukuna stepped forward, his feet slow, deliberate — not as a conqueror, but as a memory come back to kill.

> "So this is what you've become…" he muttered, lips curling into a vicious grin. "A king who hides behind cracked walls. Come out."

The ground trembled in answer.

A deafening surge of cursed energy thundered outward as a massive figure emerged from the dark heart of the citadel. He was clad in obsidian-black armor, lined with age-old runes that pulsed like fading stars. A crown of bone and flame sat atop his head — a relic of ancient cruelty.

The Demon King had returned.

> "You wear the flesh of a boy," the king spoke, voice calm but resonating with ancient disdain. "But you are not what you once were."

Sukuna tilted his head, cracking his neck lazily.

> "Neither are you," he replied. "But unlike you… I got better."

There was no more time for words. In the blink of an eye, the two collided — their cursed energies colliding in a titanic crash that sent shockwaves splitting the air.

Above the battlefield, Sukuna summoned his Malevolent Shrine, its grotesque architecture forming midair. Bones twisted into altars, cursed blood dripping from unseen heights. In retaliation, the Demon King unleashed Cursed Ash Bloom, a technique so vile it began to erode space itself.

> "You're still stuck on this?" Sukuna sneered. "You haven't learned a damn thing in a thousand years."

Reality buckled as their overlapping domains ripped apart the sky, the world groaning under their presence.

Far away, inside the command center at Jujutsu HQ, Shinra Gojo stood in front of a cursed energy radar. The room was bathed in red light.

> "It's begun," Shinra said gravely. "The throne… is bleeding."

A Zenin advisor looked up from the readings, pale.

> "Should we step in?"

> "We step in," Shinra replied, eyes unmoving, "we die."

Back at the citadel, Sukuna lunged forward with a vicious swing of his blade. The technique — Cleave: Void Spiral — tore through air, space, and the Demon King's armor alike. The king stumbled back, grunting.

> "You fight like the cursed winds," he snarled.

> "And you fall," Sukuna replied coldly, "like rusted steel."

He drove a fist through stone, sending the king crashing through the remnants of an old throne room wall.

High above the conflict, Kenjaku observed quietly through a cursed orb. His lips curled with satisfaction.

> "Perfect," he whispered. "Let the King burn his soul out. I'll bind whatever's left."

He placed a final finger of Sukuna into a black, glowing box. Something pulsed inside it.

Back in the heart of battle, the Demon King summoned his ultimate technique: Thorned Throne Domain.

From the ground erupted a grotesque skeletal throne wrapped In cursed thorns, piercing the air and earth alike. It radiated control, suffering, and dominion.

Sukuna looked at it and laughed.

> "That? That's your throne?" he mocked. "Pathetic."

He rose into the air, floating above it with eerie grace.

> "My existence is a domain."

The world dimmed. Flames surged. Sukuna raised his cursed-marked hand high.

> "A king does not kneel," he declared. "He makes the world crawl."

With a thunderous slam, his palm crashed down. The throne shattered in an inferno of cursed fire.

From the rubble, the Demon King emerged coughing, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

> "You… still are him."

Sukuna walked forward through the flames, unbothered.

> "You wanted a devil…" he growled. "You got an apocalypse."

Far above, in the highest shadows of the broken citadel, another silhouette stirred — the true Devil King, his form ancient and undefined.

> "So noisy…" the voice rumbled. "But amusing."

Sukuna tilted his head up toward the sky, crimson eyes blazing.

> "I know you're there," he whispered. "Hiding behind smoke. Watching."

His grin returned — dark and wide.

> "Don't stare too long, coward. You might see your own end."

And in that cursed moment — through blood, through fire, through ruin — the war of kings began.

📚 TO BE CONTINUED...

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