Finis Chaldea

What's a Reverse Curse Technique? Of all the things that required only common sense, Ishtar questioned something which delivered all of its information in the name. Sukuna grunted. How many things needed explaining? "It's like a curse... but reversed. This one might be right; you should focus more on breathing before you forget," he chided. Maybe that one was born of a curse he'd long since forgotten─ one that crippled the mind from birth.

Kur's approach was one he watched with great intent. Four eyes were excitedly scanning her up and down, especially as she descended onto her knees. What she said in doing so, she said in truth... as she understood it. "You're right. You didn't sign up for it, but you earned everything I'm gonna do to you~" Sukuna proclaimed. Kur was disappointed, annoyed and snarky... for now. Sukuna had spent a lot of this day thus far figuring out what kinds of people these goddesses were, and he was going to bring out another side of this one. How? Well, he'd start with correcting her about the 'face parts' as she called them. "Double? Not quite," he said. In the very next moment, Sukuna would be raising a hand to grab Kur by the face, palm covering her mouth. Then, and only then, would something truly strange happen. Something worked its way out from its palm to force its own way into Kur's mouth while Sukuna held her cheeks firmly. What this thing was... it was heated, moist, and a bit prehensile. He would have expected someone like Ishtar to be fully confused if she were on the receiving end, but maybe this one would realize... there was a tongue coming out of Sukuna's hand. Of course, this invasive muscle was not sent forth in any normal way. Bodily fluids were the core source of mana transfers, and Sukuna's mana was a curse of its own. What would something of a purposeful outpour do? He'd fuel his cursed energy directly into her untainted mouth, and simply... see what happened. Some mortals throughout history had likened exposure to Sukuna's mana to various deadly drugs, so what effect would a little exposure have on a Creator?

It seemed that Sukuna was in agreement with Kur about the lack of sense in Ishtar's head. That was something at least. "Hmph, as if she's right about anything..." Ishtar didn't seem to realize the gravity of the situation. It was obvious that she was at least the dumbest person in any room, there were only a few in the world who could qualify as more stupid and even that was only situational. The stunning thing about the situation is that she managed to be so absolutely confident and so stupid at the same time. Whatever that wasn't something Kur had time to consider really, there was something more pressing at hand.

Torture. Though she was still a bit snarky, it seemed Sukuna didn't really mind this at all. Though he'd murdered at least one goddess with about as much thought as children took killing ants. Whatever the case he made the proclamation that though she hadn't signed up for it, she'd earned everything he was going to do to her. There in Kur's eyes was the first sign of her confusion. The entire time they'd been speaking throughout this little event, he'd never changed the manner in which he spoke to her. She really didn't get it, why was she being tortured if he didn't hate her specifically? Why was he still being nice, if he just wanted to hurt her? She could blame many things for her lack of understanding but it didn't really matter. According to the man it wasn't just double of his facial parts. And soon she found his hand clamped over her mouth and then something strange happened. There was something heated, moist and prehensile emerging from the palm that clamped her face. 'Is that a tongue?!' her mind questioned it and in her shock her mouth opened and she figured out that indeed it was and that she was having her first kiss stolen by a hand mouth. And now there was Kur's face and eyes immediately clashing for color. The uneducated would think she was finding it hard to breathe, but, she was actually being given... mana? She'd never been given mana in this manner before, it slipped into her being further reddening her face and leaving her body to tingle just a bit. Those eyes of hers got glassy and seemed to almost close sleepily. The rush was a bit different, it was like she couldn't feel her skin and bones any more... or like a gust of wind which stripped away all exterior stress. This was nice... and there was a certain light stickiness developing between her thighs but... why? Why was he giving her mana in such a way. He was going to do that with the person he chose, right?

All the while her body seemed to be antsy and squirming, Ishtar took it a specific way. It looked from her angle like the other girl was being choked unconcious and that was about what she wanted for her. Though more pain should be applied, this was a good start. "Hmph, serves her right!" she uttered. Yes, there was still a large hole in her chest she hadn't figured out yet how to heal, but that didn't matter. That bitch Kur, was finally being put in her place and this was something that Ishtar relished in.

As the tongue from his hand thrashed about within Kur's mouth, Sukuna kept a keen eye... or four, on her face. She appeared confused, and eventually... flustered? Red-faced and squirming under his initial efforts, Kur managed to further excite Sukuna. A mortal would have exploded from that much of a sample, while she remained conscious. "Keh! Subarashii!" Sukuna chanted, the grin on his face almost sickening. The tongue in Kur's mouth was extending and writhing until it reached her throat. A quick jut let it slither its way down before Sukuna jerked his hand away from her mouth. In that moment, the tongue was still protruding from his hand, now with a thick trail of literally cursed saliva bridging it to Kur's mouth. "You survived that?!" he exclaimed. "A lot of those others would be dead right now! But you, I can experiment with!"

Old habits were about to rear their heads as Sukuna's excitement grew. He could hardly contain himself already; mana was spreading from his body and infecting the atmosphere, warping and corroding it. "If you can survive that, what else can you take? It's not torture unless I ruin you bit by bit!" Sukuna had always been regarded as crazed, and moments like this were why. The mouth that previously opened in his cheek disappeared, but the one in his hand remained. That protruding tongue soon found itself meeting with Sukuna's own original mouth. Yes, Sukuna appeared to be sucking on his own tongue, consuming residual mana taken from the mouth of Kur. "Ehehahahaha! So, how is it?! You look dazed! Can you even move or talk now? Kehahaha!"

A tongue on the palm of Sukuna's hand had been thrashing around inside the mouth of an untainted goddess. It seemed almost natural to push back against it, though it moved past her own mouth and into her throat it tickled there but she didn't gag, maybe there were nuances to this whole acceptance thing. Speaking of acceptance, her body naturally accepted that mana infusion and spreading it around caused various physical effects. Her body had never known an unknown power source and so it tried to metabolize and as it did her brain started to catch up to what was happening here. "Great? Why's it great?" she was translating that language he spoke in her own brain. It was strange when she finally caught up, her answers were a tiny bit behind. Like she was just a bit slow to reply. She was one he could experiment with. He was excited by her survival? Really?!

All the while Ishtar was experiencing the greatest of glees. Watching her sister be tormented by a demon had to be one of her greatest possible feats. And it'd taken almost nothing to accomplish. He'd already started to impose himself sickly upon her, shoving a tongue down her throat from his hand? That was a gross place for a mouth, but forcing someone else to make that weird mouth to mouth contact known as kissing was suitable torture. "Hmph serves you right having to endure something so disgusting!" she muttered. All the while, Kur was undergoing some weird processes. If she could survive this what else could she take? She didn't know and honestly she was confused, was she supposed to like this strange feeling of her tingling skin or not? It didn't seem like she should dislike it. It felt... good. Great even, like power flowing to all her extremities like she'd never felt before. But it was also numbing, like it was slowing down certain senses while heightening others. "I feel... strange." she managed with reddened face. "I can't feel my bones..." she uttered the fingers of her hand twitching as her eyes opened with a slightly darker light around the edges. She watched as Sukuna sucked mana off that extra tongue and wondered why he did that, but also seemed to be enamored by it. "I know that doesn't sound so bad, but my bones are big..." she said giggling. Those words probably didn't make much sense... but she couldn't really describe how she felt. It was great, but whoozy. All the while the area around them seemed to be changing, and Ishtar had barely taken notice considering where her eyes were.

What an interesting specimen Kur was. She could still speak, but her ability to move remained in question. She couldn't feel her bones? Hilarious! Weird as that admission was, it was far from the oddest effect his mana ever had on someone. According to Kur though, her bones were big, and that made it strange. It went without question that she was heavily affected by his mana, even with the ability to internalize it. Maybe that had to do with her lack of mana transfer prior to this.

"Don't you worry. You'll get a nice big bone to make up for the ones you can't feel. After I'm done having fun, I'll get down to business and break you," he promised. Whether that was clear to any listeners or not, Sukuna didn't care. Kur obviously didn't understand what was really happening here, but to Sukuna, that only made the experience better. He did have to test her ability to move, though. If she still had the ability, maybe he'd have to fix that. "Gesk," he spoke, using Cursed Speech to deliver a command. Specifically, he ordered her to squirm while his mana continued working its way through her. Those who had been drugged were always more interesting when they attempted movement. This, too, was something he wished to see from the death goddess. Kur said she felt strange; Sukuna intended to have her feel far, far stranger over the next few minutes.

Kur was heavily affected by her first mana transfer but it was far from the worst thing that could happen. She seemed to be barely capable of keeping herself up but she wasn't in any pain or anything like that. No... and Sukuna was still talking to her pretty peacefully. He claimed that after he was done having his fun, he'd give her a bone to make up for the ones she couldn't currently feel. Her eyes widened sparkled with strange light. "Oh? You collect bones too?" that was probably a strange question but Kur was a strange and oddly innocent girl. Except for the most direct of his words she'd not assumed anything innately sexual about most of his interaction with her the whole day. "Ohohohoho!" Ishtar laughed. This one thought she was stupid and didn't even understand the threat being aimed at her. She was to be raped and broken! This was too good to be true!

As Ishtar watched she seemed content. 'Hmph, obviously he's lowering her guard by continuing to be nice to her. That will only make her suffer more when she's abandoned after being broken for my glorious self!' she thought. Suddenly the woman on the ground with the hole in her chest seemed rather triumphant. She was so busy watching this fray and making up her understanding of events that she'd all but abandoned the idea of fixing herself. Soon enough one of those cursed speech words was delivered and this time it was actually directed at Kur. It took effect but she couldn't actually understand the word. Still her body reacted just the same, like she was being tickled, but it was strange. She bounced a bit her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap while she was on her knees. She seemed to be experiencing some terrible form of sensation, that wouldn't allow her to be still. But... it did not feel bad. "That word, I don't know it. I haven't known a couple of the ones you've said and I know every language of this world," the death goddess said. Perhaps, it would make sense eventually. He'd said the word and she'd started to feel inclined to move. So maybe it was like that, a word that meant a specific type of movement but with her reddened face and the strange feeling between her legs it was hardly necessary to force the issue. What was she doing exactly, twisting, in an almost uncomfortable manner all while her body shook and her face reddened. She'd liken it to being caught by attention she didn't want... squirming? Did he force something so specific? Did she mind doing it? Was this really torture?

Did Sukuna also collect bones? That wasn't at all what he'd been talking about, but... that was actually common ground between Kur and himself, as he did indeed have a collection of bones floating around somewhere. "Yeah, but... not the point. You'll see," he said. This was going to be entertaining, just as Sukuna anticipated.

A single word was all Sukuna ever needed to produce effects. Already in something of a struggle, Kur began writhing about. She look as if she were attempting some amount of resistance, but to no avail. Sukuna didn't believe there was enough anguish just yet; that could be worked on over time. Ah, but what was this? In the early part of what would become a long torture session, Kur decided to question the word he used. She knew every language of this world? That meant nothing. "Pathetic. It's not a language from this world. My Cursed Speech is in a language that only exists now in the Void. I wouldn't degrade it with some mortal language," he said, believing curses were only diluted by the additional mortal influence. Based on what happened to the Creators in this world, there was much merit to his theory.

With Kur squirming the way she was, Sukuna could hardly help himself. His claws swept through the air casually, as they had done several times before. This time, the target of his laceration was Kur's clothing. He thought to make it something simple, something building up to glory over time. "Gesk," he repeated upon shredding her footwear. "Gesk," he said again while another swipe shredded its way up her dress, all to expose the goddess' feet and shins. His hand was still elevated. While continuing to force squirming upon her, Sukuna would continue to see more and more. Of course, he intended a few breaks such as the present moment to observe flesh made bare.

Apparently, there was a commonality between Kur and Sukuna that did not involve directly their powers and abilities. He claimed that he also collected bones, but that wasn't what he meant. Did she miss something while trying to clear the fog from her brain? "Huh? I'm still really confused..." she mentioned. Ah and then there was still the squirming. But Sukuna was also still talking to her as if this was supposed to be a friendly exchange. None of this made sense, and her body wasn't currently completely under her own control. She felt strange and there was almost a pulsing feeling in the depths of her soul as she tried to think.

Whatever the case, she managed to at least question the word. Though she felt like it took forever to get her speech out. It seemed that it was pathetic, the words that he used to speak his curses into existence only lived within the Void. Kur's mother had explain the Void a few times. Explaining that it was the space which held all the world could no longer hold. It sounded a bit sad and lonely, when she'd heard about it, and a young Kur had questioned if the Destroyers banished there were lonely. "I see... but, they still have meaning and if you're speaking them here then they will become part of the world again..." the young woman said.

As part of that thought, more of those commands were given and her body continued to shake, move and practically vibrate from the attention. And he was shredding her clothes, starting with her shoes. Was this some kind of humiliation tactic? Was he going to strip her of clothing or try and make her embarrass herself? Well, that would be a bit hard, the only other person here was Ishtar and compared to her stupidity it was almost impossible to feel self-humiliation. All the while her reddened face and seeming lack of smug expression made Ishtar more happy by the second. Obviously Kur was suffering from the embarrassment of being stripped. She'd be abused and she'd never recover. Virgins like her didn't even know what they were missing. And then she'd be so terrified she'd never want to do it again. She'd be ruined as competition and never again could she try and stand between glorious Ishtar and her goals! Yes, that was her firm belief. "Why why why? Why do you keep ordering me to squirm? And what did my clothes do to you?" these were the questions of Kur as she came to understand the order being given more explicitly. Those other words he spoke also seemed to be making a bit more sense in her head as she thought about what happened immediately after they were spoken. She'd probably be able to learn the language itself if she had enough context for the commands. Her mind was trying to think logically but her body was starting to feel a bit like it was burning on the inside. That pinkened color wasn't just in her face anymore it'd spread to the tips of her ears and down her neck. She almost felt like she should be taking off her clothes but why would she feel that way?

"Good. Stay confused. Not knowing why you're being tormented is the best way to be tormented," Sukuna explained. He'd yet to be satisfied by the outcome of this little exchange. He would soon have Kur understand not everything, but enough to react in no less than one shining moment. She thought the speech of the Void would rejoin the world─ such a childish notion. "No," he said plainly.

Well well, it seemed this one had enough of a brain to put that green-haired one to shame. By context alone, she learned the command he'd given as a curse. Kur questioned it in the end, and didn't seem to understand why her clothes were being shredded. Sukuna would not be answering either of those questions. Instead, the grin on his face grew more lecherous, almost malicious. Through the suffering of others, he gained satisfaction. Kur had yet to suffer enough, but he could almost taste it in the near future. "Fiel," he said, cursing the goddess to rise from the ground. Another swipe cut her dress just above the knee. He knew how to make this even more riveting for himself, but would he do it? Yes... he would. "What's the matter, little girl? Too immature to catch up? Even that one over there knows what I'm about to do. Delt sisa." Sukuna's most recent use of Cursed Speech targeted not Kur, but Ishtar. In the mortal tongue known as common, his phrase was... tell her. He couldn't just let the pink-haired girl be completely ignorant of the situation for too long... though based on Ishtar's own understanding, he anticipated a miscommunicated intention or twelve.

According to this man she should stay confused. She was being tormented and that was the best way to be tormented. "That... doesn't make sense either," she said. Still she couldn't help but squirm and feel strange with the nature of her current being. There was the issue of language that he apparently thought wouldn't be making its way back into the world. But that was probably just a difference in opinion. If the demon spawn of the original Destroyers were truly already making their way back in, it wasn't a matter of decision, unless he dictated the laws of language. No. That would be ridiculous.

What was actually ridiculous. Another command which made her rise to her now bare feet. And yet another strip of clothing went missing from her physical being. Why was she being stripped. Being naked wasn't exactly terrible for a goddess. If she wanted to she'd simply shine like a light or turn herself into a skeleton or something of that nature to avoid being naked in front of strangers. Not that she felt ashamed of her body in anyway. Weird, she still didn't get the point. It seemed that Sukuna caught on to this fact and decided to tease her about it, "Look if it's something she understands I'm not sure I actually want to know..." Kur stated plainly. She'd been around Ishtar for long enough to know the only thing the woman knew was scheming, obsession, and idiocy... and none of those were things she needed in her mind.

Still the curse came to Ishtar forcing her to speak which she truly enjoyed all too much. She was going to be the one to stab home the utter despair of this moment. Sukuna had given her the power to utterly destroy her enemy emotionally. He was more than worthy of warming her bed until she was able to acquire the man she wished for. "Ohohohoho!~ Listen up you lowly Runt!" started Ishtar. At a moment like this Kur kind of wished this was just over. Tormented was enough it was purely torture to have to keep listening to Ishtar be Ishtar for lack of a better term. "He's stripping you and making you squirm because he's going to defile that innocent body of yours. He's going to force his cock into you and make you cry in pain like the lowly trash you are! And then what will you be but a used broken disgusting thing to crawl back to your little underworld all alone knowing no one will ever want you again!" Ishtar declared. Kur's eyes widened in legitimate unfathomable fear. It pulsed in her body and then it was replaced by undying disgust. "You signed me up for a rape? Really? Why? What is wrong with you? What did I ever do to you? To either of you?!" There was madness in this world if Kur was to be raped for no reason at all other than Ishtar ordering it. Still Ishtar was a bit annoyed though this girl had just found out what should have been the most world shattering news, the way she was looking at her now... that wasn't what she wanted.