Jujutsu Kaisen: Moon of the Fallen King
Chapter 32 – "Clash of the Three Kings
The sky no longer held its shape.
It screamed as rifts tore through it, splitting dimensions like glass under a god's fist. Purple lightning veined the heavens, while cursed winds coiled through the void, churning clouds into violent spirals.
In that unholy storm, two monarchs clashed.
The Demon King, monstrous and serpent-like, unleashed spectral fire from every mouth of his colossal form. His cursed energy was ancient — thick and choking — coiling around shattered reality like a dying planet's breath.
The Devil King, cloaked in black shadows, moved like smoke caught in a cyclone. Phantom limbs, twisted and clawed, cracked the very fabric of space as they slashed through the air. His form was humanoid, but his aura radiated something far worse — a void that devoured sound, light, and memory.
Their battle was chaos refined — a collision of titanic forces not meant to exist in the same realm.
Then came the thunderclap.
A bolt of crimson lightning split the skies… and from it, he appeared.
Floating effortlessly between the two monsters, Sukuna emerged — arms crossed, cursed markings blazing across his skin like living flame. His dual faces, twisted in mirrored smirks, surveyed the battlefield with calm arrogance. The air bent around him as if recognizing the return of an emperor.
He spoke, his voice sharp, deep, and laced with venom.
> "Your audacity… meddling in my affairs?"
"Know your place."
And in that moment, the balance of power shifted.
The Devil King lunged first, claws shrieking through the storm. The Demon King followed, a tail of cursed fire slamming down from the sky. Both moved in perfect, predatory sync — united in the singular desire to crush the intruder.
Sukuna didn't flinch.
With a flick of his wrist, his Cleave sliced through the Devil King's claws like paper. A gesture of dismissal — not defense. The cursed fire that followed met a palm raised high, and from that palm surged a blast of red flame that collided mid-air. The explosion shook the realm.
> "You call yourselves kings?" Sukuna whispered to the swirling ash.
"You're still playing like children."
The Demon King recoiled. The Devil King paused, shadow limbs twitching.
Even gods had limits — and before them now stood one who knew none.
Far below, in the hidden Jujutsu control facility, the earth trembled. Magical screens flashed violently as cursed energy spiked beyond all previous records.
Retsu Zenin leaned over the monitor, his expression grim.
> "The surge has intensified," he murmured. "This… this is no longer a battle. It's an unraveling."
Nearby, Shinji stood silent — until a shiver ran through him. His breath caught.
> "Lucius," he whispered. "I felt his soul scream… and disappear."
Back in the dimensional rift, something snapped.
The Devil King halted mid-attack. A shadow rift opened behind him — and without warning, his body blurred into smoke, vanishing within the spiraling crack.
Gone.
Not defeated. Not dead. Simply… gone.
But his voice echoed behind him, laced with malice:
> "You all came to fight me… because of him."
"Now, handle him."
And with that, the Devil King was no more — leaving behind silence, mist, and a battlefield shivering under one name.
Sukuna.
The Demon King howled in confusion, his obsidian aura flaRing like a dying star. His coiled body lifted high into the sky as cursed storms gathered behind him once more. He did not run. He did not hide. His ancient pride would not allow it.
From afar, Kenjaku watched silently, half-shrouded in cursed mist. His hands folded behind his back, his eyes reflecting the crimson light of the storm.
> "Excellent," he murmured.
"The King has arrived…"
And high above them all, Sukuna floated alone.
The winds obeyed him now. The sky bent to his presence.
Before him loomed the Demon King — massive, snarling, ready.
And still… Sukuna smiled.
> "Let's see, old king," he said with soft venom.
"Let's see if you can survive me longer than the last."
To Be Continued...
Next: Chapter 33 – "The Slaughtered Gods