Lo and behold, late tonight found you boredly thumbing through pages upon yellow, moth-eaten pages of a dusty demonology textbook you 'd acquired from the very back of your campus library.

And maybe it was sheer tedium, maybe it was your recent lack of '

satisfying exploits -

but the man in the illustration you were currently ogling at was

smokin ' hot.

'Ryomen Sukuna: King of Demons. '

Your eyes greedily skim from his tall, towering figure, to those naturally chiseled abs. And was that a

second mouth

on his sculpted front?

Television whirring softly in the background, you thumb over the short, scrawled-out incantation right underneath his picture. According to what the book claimed, it was for those who wanted to

summon

the king.

Oh 'couldn 't hurt. Right?

Biting your lip, you let out a huff of disbelieving laughter before starting to incant it.

Stuttering, unsure.