Finis Chaldea

Strangely, Kur claimed she wasn't even supposed to be here. No greater untruth had been spoken this day. "Questioning my choices, little girl? You'll get extra for that," Sukuna said with a wide grin, seeming excited about what was to come. As Ishtar waddled her way over to his seat, Sukuna watched a very entertaining exchange take place. Ishtar claimed Kur had lost again, while the latter seemed a bit more downtrodden than she should have been. That was nothing to be addressed presently though, as there was first the additional clause presented by Ishtar's ignorant devil deal.

Ah, but what would she want instead of Kur's torture? Actually, her desire was a surprising one. What had this one been through previously, that she thought knowledge of curses would be of use to her? Sukuna was always one to keep his word, but that was a shocker of a demand. "Hmm," he muttered, brow furrowed slightly and primary eyes narrowed. The goddess' hand met his─ an exchange that would lacerate her palm and let their blood intermingle. In that very moment, Sukuna came to realize a strange connection they already had. His eyes widened immediately; everything else had to be put on hold this very moment. All four of his eyes were intently focused on Ishtar's torso... or rather, in it. "How the fuck did that happen..." he mused absently.

The black-haired goddess finally mentioned her name, though only when saying she'd be bowing out. She was a clever one after all. No matter. If she didn't wish to see the near future, Sukuna didn't care if she missed it. "Yeah. Go on, get out. This might get really weird in a minute," he said without tearing his eyes away from their current target. Now, about Ishtar. He'd explain curses as she wished, interestingly loudly enough to reach the ear of Kur... and Miwa, if she happened to be around long enough for that. "Understanding curses. I'll humor you. Grief, anger, negative emotions like that. When they're strong enough, magic can become a curse naturally; that manifestation is even how Lesser Demons are born. Curses are magic that works more like rules. Decide a thing, and have enough negative emotion in your Source to make it happen. Go on. Curse that girl yourself right now, if you can."

Still so familiarly, this man spoke to Kur. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to take that. Apparently, questioning his choices would get her extra of whatever torture he had planned for her. "Oh great," she said with mock enthusiasm. "I wasn't questioning you directly, just everyone male... except King Gilgamesh," she said giving a casual shrug. As far as she was concerned, Gilgamesh was likely one of the most trustworthy individuals currently within the world, and had earned her implicit trust simply for denying Ishtar in favor of reaching for something actually greater. Ishtar perked up at the mention of Gilgamesh, "Another one you'll never have," she mentioned which only made Kur laugh. "Finally something we have in common!" That was snarky, she wasn't interested in Gilgamesh, she'd realized a while ago he was their younger brother, it was just funny to her to say such a thing. Well, if she was going to be tortured she might as well take a few jabs, in before she decided to murder her some other time. "You wish..." Ishtar said, if there was one thing she was certain of, it was that she would have Gilgamesh. She also appreciated the amount of looking Sukuna was doing at her form, obviously he knew exactly what it was he wanted.

Whatever the case, there was something Sukuna could see, and his eyes were directly on Ishtar at the time. Whatever it was, it'd been sensed by Miwa as she named herself a while before. Whatever the case she was freed to go, and so she went on about her day, but not before hearing the request of Ishtar. She wanted to learn about curses... what a dangerous thing. Knowledge like that definitely didn't belong in the hands of tantrum throwing psychopath of a goddess. That being said, Miwa figured she'd probably use it for something stupid regardless... she seemed like the type to go for petty vengeance without cause. Actually, that was pretty obvious given how she treated Kur. Just incase, she'd probably think of a few ways to counteract that sort of thing... "Ja." That was it, Miwa stepped of the edge of this spot and fell into a one way portal which would take her directly to her own kingdom.

All the while, after having her hand injured to bind them, Ishtar seemed nothing but giddy. And the explanation of curses she got from Sukuna was easy enough for her to understand. So easy in fact, Kur understood it as well. That explained why he thought her enforcement of Penance was a curse. It was by definition but the context of it was slightly different. That information would be useful... she'd probably need something like that to undo whatever curse Ishtar made and wanted to make stick. She didn't run from that either, doubting both the power and validity of the goddess to a pretty great extent. She was sure she had the negative emotions, but she also knew she was bad at creating things... it was a toss up, if she'd actually succeeded. The green haired woman went on to spout vitriol at Kur, aiming to curse her existence in a very specific way. "I curse Kur to be unloved, and uncared for, alone forever and lowered to the status of the trash she deserves to be called, and stay ugly and flat forever like the runt she is!" that was what she wanted and while it was full of hate, would it actually effect Kur? After hearing it, the lass immediately looked shocked and then laughed. She had been the incarnation of death since she was young. None sought her, all feared her and she lived in the underworld literally below and outside of all other life...

Even at this point in the interaction, the argument between Ishtar and Kur continued. Still, Sukuna showed no interest in that exchange. He even acknowledged the one called Miwa instead of addressing it at all. "Sayonara," he said in a familiar tongue. She previously proved herself to be Japanese, something very familiar to Sukuna from his previous visits to this world. Actually, he was quite certain his name translated into that language during its inception. Ah, but his major focus was elsewhere. Why was that thing in Ishtar's chest?

Apparently, the reason was not for her to use it. Ishtar giddily addressed Kur with an attempted curse, but it was so... so very mortal as an attempt. All she did was bitch and moan about what she wanted to happen, putting nothing into the spell to actualize it. "You. Curse. Kur." Sukuna was simply repeating, having no idea why she thought all those useless words would function as anything. "You dumb bitch, you can't just say things you want and call it a curse. Curses are a manifestation of desire. You need intensity to make it work."

With that, Sukuna stood again. He didn't seem very pleased at all with anything happening here, yet no one present was to blame completely. Ishtar was proving her idiocy in full, but... someone else put that thing inside her as if it would work. "Gtev," he said while stepping closer to Ishtar. This simple word would resonate as a command to bow, though its intensity was more like... kneel in this case. From there, he would soon be standing in front of the alleged goddess, glaring down at her. "I'm done playing around. Open your fucking mouth."

Moving on from their obviously long lasting sibling argument. Ishtar's curse didn't seem to do anything at all to Kur and after seeing off Miwa... Sukuna seemed to be somewhat disgusted by the attempt made by Ishtar at all. It came with some very colorful language that she didn't seem to have much of a response to. "How was I supposed to know?" she asked haughtily. For one claiming superiority she was exceedingly dumb. Kur couldn't even help the words that slipped out of her head. "Asked for knowledge on magic, doesn't even apply magic, Wonders why magic doesn't work..." she summed up the situation. Suddenly the advice of Metis for her to look for a man who wouldn't entertain Ishtar made sense, anyone who would put up with that lack of logic just for sex is also stupid. Still that commentary only caused Ishtar to huff, as if she'd be taking advice from someone as low as Kur. She didn't even correct him on what he called her and seemed to be rather surprised he talked to her like that. At this point, she could use him to get rid of Jason and just keep him around to entertain her. That seemed like a good idea. She was definitely just used to saying what she wanted and having her needs met by whatever man was trying to get her favor. Learning was for school children and power simply was, she believed that.

All the while Kur fought off her desire to laugh. It was too much for her, she became more and more certain of something in a moment like this. The reason Ishtar had lasted so long in any incarnation of life, is because men humored her. She literally couldn't figure out how to use information or even powers innate to her being. It was like watching a child perform fake magic. All the trash she talked, all the things she said all the bellowing she did for attention and she was literally just incapable of doing anything for herself.

In this moment Sukuna stood seemingly upset and walked directly up to Ishtar saying words in a language she didn't necessarily recognize. Kur didn't recognize them either, but knew they were full of power. Ishtar learned this implicitly when she found herself instantly falling to her knees. He claimed he was done playing around and demanded she open her mouth and unsurprisingly to some it opened. Kur looked shocked genuinely. For all of her constant barking, about her supposed glory, she took orders better than a trained dog. She didn't even question what was about to happen... 'I'm convinced someone dropped her on her head, and since death hadn't properly settled yet, she just got stuck that way...' she thought to herself. Still she watched. Obviously, something was about to happen but if thing got exposed she'd likely turn her attention away... not like she wanted to see anything weird either.

In all technicality, Ishtar was right. True power had always been something that simply was. Sadly for her, that was only the case for creatures who birthed power into existence, and she was not such a creature. Sukuna was. Suffering itself existed because of him. Today, some suffering would occur. "You were supposed to know because I just told you. If you can cast a spell, you should be able to cast a curse. Did you think you were gonna tell the world what you wanted, and a curse was just gonna happen?" Though Sukuna himself had essentially spoken multiple curses into existence this day, it wasn't so simple at all. Sometimes, curses were cast accidentally by one's emotion taking control of their mana. Ishtar's emotion didn't seem to be powerful enough to do even that, so obviously she wasn't going to be very effective. Besides, she wanted too much at once. "Curses are quick. Suffer. Hurt. Die. Nobody will ever get a hundred results from one curse attempt."

Still, Sukuna's words were louder than they needed to be for Ishtar's ear alone. Even as the green-haired wench collapsed to her knees via curse effect and opened her mouth by simple demand, he spoke to one who may not have been receiving his words as if they were meant for them. Now, what was Sukuna to do with Ishtar's agape maw? He'd extend his hand, shoving two clawed fingers into her mouth at first. "I wondered if even the little Creators could tolerate having a little piece of me inside them here. I guess you could take at least a single piece," he mused. Sukuna's statement was vague, spoken only as mindless chatter while his fingers delved deeper into Ishtar's mouth. Was it possible to shove his entire hand in? He seemed to be trying, as if he actually intended to reach down into her torso... through her mouth. He wasn't sure what entities in this world were designed for, but he'd be finding out one way or another today.

Sukuna went on to explain the extra information about curses. Claiming she should know because he'd told her, he also claimed that if she could cast spells she should be able to cast curses. This sentence was spoken to Ishtar but was confirmation for Kur that she was right about her thoughts on it. What was more, that last sentence was uttered at Ishtar about what she thought would happen if she did that sort of thing. "Well yeah... that's usually how stuff works," she said as if this made sense. Kur was left once again to wonder how this woman justified feeling superior to anyone in the world when she answered questions like that and made demands of the world at large just kind of thinking it would work out in the end. Sukuna went on to explain that curses were quick things, single utterances which could have power behind them. According to him no one ever got 100 results from a single curse, and Ishtar could only nod her understanding. Maybe she couldn't get all the results she wanted, but if she did it individually she should be able to get them right? Yeah, that made sense.

The words spoken by Sukuna were indeed heard by Kur but she didn't assume he was speaking to her. She'd been absently watching as the man reached down to put his hand into the mouth of Ishtar. All the while, Ishtar had initially assumed he'd be placing his cock down her throat. Imagine her surprise when it was first fingers, and then a clawed hand reaching towards the depths of her throat. Would he reach the depths of her torso, no... she found herself gagging as he tried to reach deeper with his fist which wasn't something she accepted because it didn't seem to be helping her at all. At the same time, Kur watched with morbid amounts of curiosity. Those words he said, was he flirting? Was pushing ones hand into someone's mouth a time to do such at thing? She was still a bit concerned seeing as he'd gotten up in anger, was Ishtar simply to stupid to fear for herself in such a moment? In this part of the ordeal she remembered a conversation she'd had with her mother, and then with her eldest sister concerning sex. Her mother had explained that bodies of Creators were meant to accept what came to them and she could do anything she believed possible. A worry of the small girl knowing how much bigger than her, Gugalanna was at base. Her elder sister had more useful and slightly more vulgar advice. Explaining that she could accept most things into any orifice she chose, as she'd tested a few limits and seen humans doing the same. Was it really worth it to have a fist shoved down your throat? Well, Ishtar would be trying to ask what he was doing, but it came out muffled and mumbled. "I--- douf---kn--wha--you meaphf," she tried to utter her confusion and she seemed to be quite scared of him shoving a hand so far into her body. She didn't want to die, but she also didn't mind the pain. She briefly wondered if she would be rendered unconscious but wished to stay awake long enough to see Kur tortured.

Sukuna had a singular goal for the moment. He discovered that it was possible to get his hand fully into the goddess' mouth, but it reached only the depths of her throat before going no farther. Sukuna scoffed at this as his fingers wiggled in a continued attempt to reach deeper. He knew what he was looking for was deeper and deeper still, but this was not the way to acquire it. Ishtar was trying to speak with a hand in her mouth. What was she saying? He didn't care. "Shut up!" he growled.

What a shame; he couldn't reach his goal that way. Suddenly, Sukuna jerked his hand out of Ishtar's open mouth. It seemed he'd have to go in another way. His hand was coated in this imbecilic whore of a goddess' saliva. Gross. Nevertheless, his nails grew sharper, and that same hand was soon gliding its way down Ishtar's chin, neck, and eventually chest. The middle nail was the only thing making contact all the while. Eventually, it stopped right between those massive bags of flesh on Ishtar's torso. This may have looked like some form of sexual endeavor, but that would last only for a moment. The very next moment would be Sukuna finding exactly what he'd been looking for. His hand pushed forward, being easily capable of penetrating her torso and leaving a perfect circle of a hole where it entered. Divine as she was, he doubted she'd even die from something so simple. There was another Core within Ishtar that reeked of the Void just slightly, and within that core was something like a linchpin. That linchpin... was one of Sukuna's original fingers. Ishtar's extra Core would be damaged for some time as a result of Sukuna's effort, but he would be ripping that finger out of her posthaste. "In every cycle, there's a pretender. You had a whole cursed finger inside you, and you still couldn't cast a basic curse. That's a shame."

Ishtar trying to talk seemed to be taken as an annoyance. She was growled at and she took that as a sign to actually be quiet, but it was sort of hard with his hand so far down her throat. Whatever the case, it seemed he hadn't gotten what he wanted and extracted his hand all the same. Kur was stunned. And then she saw a moment that should have made her skin crawl and seemed to make Ishtar feel triumphant.

That same hand of Sukuna's was traveling down her form, through the middle of her chest and even seeming to be exploring. She straightened her posture to look at Kur triumphantly only to be shocked at the sudden penetration of her chest cavity. That injury wouldn't kill her but she couldn't help but scream from the sudden pain. It was a yowl of a sound as she fell to the ground clutching the hole now present in her chest. She looked up from the ground to see one of Sukuna's fingers from where he'd penetrated her. A groan occurred. "I don't know how that got there... I'm no pretender!" Somehow she managed to be haughty and Kur couldn't stop the words that fell from her mouth either. Though she didn't necessarily like violence, Ishtar seemed to bring out the worst parts of her personality. "I mean you just had a hand down your throat. It isn't really surprising you don't know where a finger came from..." she said only to shake her head. It was obvious by her attitude that Kur didn't assume she'd need to be here too much longer. Whatever torture this man had set up, she'd live with and move on, taking it as her mistake for bothering to try and do anything more than her 'duty'. Yeah, that was fine for her. All the while Ishtar was in pain but she knew Kur would suffer more so she could do nothing but smile even as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. "You won't be talking so high and mighty soon!" Ishtar declared smiling with bloody teeth at her pink haired sibling. Kur never quite understood what Ishtar's problem with her was, but she was certain whatever it was, it was all within the head of the deranged green haired goddess.

Ishtar didn't know how that finger got there, she said. She was no pretender, she added. The first of these things was something Sukuna believed wholeheartedly. "I know you don't. This is still mine," he said quickly. As for the second clause, well... "I don't know if you are or aren't. I don't care either. Oh, and you can fix yourself up if you learn the Reverse Curse Technique," he stated. Ishtar couldn't manage a normal curse of any sort, but he wasn't lying about the reverse technique. If she could somehow learn, she could fix herself. If not, she'd probably recover over time anyway.

Most important of all, Sukuna had his fourth finger. He held it high, tilted his head back and dropped that finger directly into his throat. An audible swallow ensued, and his power surged enough to send waves out from the continent's farthest shores. "Aahh, miy quef," he said after a deep inhale. Sukuna hadn't been so satisfied in a long, long time. He now had something that felt a little more natural, including a few more of his innate abilities. Among said abilities was one which caused a small mouth to open on the side of his face─ the same cheek presently pointed toward Kur. "I've kept you waiting. You come here too," he demanded. Ishtar was right again; Kur wouldn't be sounding so 'high and mighty' soon, if her previous speech could even be counted as such. It didn't matter; Sukuna was feeling far too great to care. "Kehaha! You can get down on your knees too. Yeah... do that~"

There was a certain sparkle in Ishtar's eyes. Why wouldn't there be, he accepted her answer he understood! Yes, that was fine, but according to Sukuna she could learn a Reversed Curse Technique and heal herself. There was marked confusion on the face of Ishtar at such words. "What's a Reverse Cursed Technique?" she asked as if aghast. In the same moment, Kur held her head like it was on fire. Surely there was no one on the planet this stupid. There were children with more sense, and she knew it, she'd reincarnated them. "The fact that you remember how to breathe is a thing of wonder..." Kur managed. Ah yes, she was still feeling snarky, right up until that fourth finger was swallowed by Sukuna. That was terrible.

The implication of a Reversed Curse Technique was that you could bless yourself into healing. Yes, that's how Kur would interpret this. When all this was over she'd probably do it to herself. Modify her memories to forget the end part of this and remember only the fun parts. That seemed like a good idea. All the while Ishtar remained injured but without actually crushing one of her cores, she wouldn't die. This form had fallen from Chaldea once and it still lived afterwards... though admittedly she'd died shortly after.

Whatever, Kur was having demands placed on her and Ishtar was loving it. And Kur to her credit didn't run, she only wished this be over with soon enough for her to go on about her day. It was demanded that she move forward but there was commentary about how he'd kept her waiting. Kur had enough sense to feel how his power spread, and she was fairly certain she could only really do something about him in the Underworld and even that wasn't necessarily guaranteed. Whatever thing was about to happen here, he was at least not forcing her will into his... she could live with her pride intact. She moved towards him with her head held high. "I mean I'm not really worried about waiting. It isn't like I signed up for torture," she mentioned. Surely she'd fall to her knees in a rather elegant manner. "Alright," she said looking up at him, her eyes drifting towards that extra mouth. "So yes, double of the face parts..." she mused. There was so much disappointment in her soul, so much irritation, but she covered that with a bit of snark. Ishtar on the other hand found that extra mouth repulsive. Maybe he'd not ever have that showing. It detracted from the tattooed look she preferred. Kur would take whatever this torture was, but she had no intention of making anything that happened to her be something Ishtar could enjoy. She'd cried her eyes out when she was younger, and even outwardly questioned why Ishtar made it a point to ruin her life. At this point she simply expected it. The worst thing about this was the amount of normalcy people treated others like crap on the demands of the village idiot. All the while Ishtar relished in the suffering of this other girl. She was going to be put in her place in then abandoned for her glorious self!