🌕 JUJUTSU KAISEN: MOON OF THE FALLEN KING

Chapter 1: The Bloodline of the Moon

The wind whispered through the corridors of a distant Roman-Japanese palace — a strange yet beautiful blend of two cultures. Under a crescent moon, the walls echoed silence, a silence only broken by the hum of the night and the loneliness that clung to it.

In a large moonlit room, a six-year-old boy stood by the window, still as the shadows that danced around him. His silver eyes reflected the moon above.

“Why does the moon look lonely...?” Lucius whispered, his voice barely carried by the breeze.

A gentle voice answered from behind him — warm, soothing, maternal.

“Because, my son,” the voice said, “the moon sees what the sun cannot. It watches all that is hidden... including pain.”

Lucius turned slowly. His mother had entered — a graceful woman clad in flowing white robes. Her forehead bore a faint silver crescent, marking her as a Moon Priestess. Her presence was calm, sacred.

She knelt in front of her son and held him close. “One day, the moon will call to you,” she whispered into his hair. “You must choose whether to embrace it... or hide from it.”

That night, Lucius dreamt.

He saw a field of corpses and shadows writhing in pain beneath a blood-red eclipse. The sky groaned with cursed energy. Amidst it all, a voice — deep, ancient — echoed in his mind:

> "Ryomen... Sukuna... Do you remember who you are?

The world fears the night... but you were born from it.”

Lucius awoke with a gasp. His heart pounded. He looked at his small hands — faint cursed lines flickered on his skin like broken glass.

The next morning, Lucius walked alone through the bustling Roman market square. The crowd's noise was loud — but the mocking words were louder.

“Half-blood freak!”

“Your mother’s a witch!”

He tried to ignore them, but the sting was real. He clenched his fists. A soft purple glow flickered from within — cursed energy pulsed.

Suddenly, a shockwave burst from his hand, cracking the ground beneath him. Everyone froze.

Lucius blinked. His voice changed — deeper, unfamiliar:

> “Don’t touch what belongs to the moon.”

The children scattered. But Lucius didn’t feel proud. He was terrified.

That fear turned to horror when he returned home. Angry villagers were dragging his mother outside.

“Moon-worshipping demon!” one shouted.

“She cursed the children!” said another.

A priest raised his staff: “Burn her before her son becomes like her!”

Lucius screamed and rushed forward — but Roman guards held him back. His mother looked at him one last time, her voice barely audible:

> “Don’t let them change your heart, my son…

Even the moon cries when it’s full.”

And then the flames consumed her.

That night, Lucius sat alone before the ashes of the shrine. He did not cry. But something inside him — something gentle — had died.

His hands trembled. The cursed energy now moved freely through his veins.

> "If the moon sees all..."

“...Then let it witness what I will become.”

🌑 Jujutsu Kaisen: Moon of the Fallen King

Chapter 2 – The Eclipse and the Curse

The sky was shrouded in heavy clouds, and above them, a blood-red moon began to eclipse.

> "They feared the unknown. But what they truly feared… was the reflection of their sins in a boy born under the moon."

In a Roman-Japanese village at the edge of ancient lands, chaos stirred like fire in dry leaves. Villagers stormed toward the moonlit shrine, torches in hand. A woman — serene, bound — was forced to her knees. Her silver crescent moon tattoo gleamed faintly under the light.

“She cursed our crops!” one villager shouted.

“She’s a priestess of the night!” another screamed.

The village priest stepped forward, robes swaying in the wind.

> “Her son will become a curse worse than death.”

Amid the crowd, a small voice cried out.

> “SHE NEVER HURT ANYONE!! LET HER GO!”

It was Lucius — only six — trembling, screaming, but no one heard him. His cries were lost in the roaring fire as the shrine began to burn.

And within that fire, something ancient stirred.

Later that night, long after the villagers had returned to their homes, the boy knelt among the ashes alone. His small hands were black with soot, his eyes glassy and dry. Above him, the moon shone pale and distant — silent as always.

> "That night, the moon saw a child lose everything… and the world lose a piece of itself."

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Days passed, the village quieter than before. But quiet never lasted long in cursed lands.

A group of Jujutsu Sorcerers arrived — three, powerful and proud. The Zenin Elder, a cold-eyed war veteran; a calm yet cruel Kamo Sorceress; and a young monk from the Gojo clan whose blindfold couldn’t hide his curiosity.

The Zenin Elder narrowed his gaze at the boy.

> “So… this is the Moon-Cursed child.”

The Kamo Sorceress stepped forward, feeling the energy around the boy pulse like a tide beneath her feet.

> “Lunar-aligned cursed energy. Unnatural. Dangerous.”

The Gojo Monk tilted his head.

> “He needs to be studied. Controlled... or destroyed.”

Lucius was chained with cursed bindings. His small form struggled as glowing purple energy crackled around him.

> “I didn’t choose this!” he shouted. “I didn’t want any of this!”

But no one listened.

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In the deep underground of an ancient temple, Lucius was placed on a cold stone slab, surrounded by glowing sigils. The carvings thrummed with power as they pierced his body with cursed seals. His blood was drained into ceremonial bowls, his breathing ragged.

The Kamo Sorceress observed dispassionately.

> “His body adapts faster than any subject we’ve seen.”

The Zenin Elder sneered.

> “Then dissect him… while he still breathes.”

Outside, the red eclipse reached its midpoint. And something… changed.

Lucius whimpered, barely conscious.

> “Mother… make it stop… please…”

A voice — not his mother’s — stirred inside him. Dark, powerful, ancient.

> "You’ve cried enough. Let them feel what they gave you."

The sigils glowed violently. The chains shattered. Power surged.

The Gojo Monk rushed into the chamber.

> “He’s breaking the seal!”

Lucius’s body twisted. Cursed energy erupted around him like a dragon taking form. His scream echoed like thunder. His second face — monstrous, half-formed — emerged from his cheek. His eyes glowed red. The air warped.

> “You killed my mother…”

“Now face what she left behind.”

The temple shook. The walls cracked. One sorcerer screamed before being crushed by falling stones.

> “RETREAT!” the Zenin Elder shouted. “THE CHILD’S TURNED INTO A CURSE!”

Lucius rose above the ground. Blood trickled down his face. His body was covered in cursed scars, glowing faintly.

> “You called me a demon...”

“Now I’ll become the one they deserve.”

Outside, fire consumed the temple. Villagers fled. The red eclipse darkened the world.

> "The moon did not curse Ryomen Sukuna... it simply showed him who he truly was."

In the final moments, Sukuna stood among the flames — half his face human, half transformed, as if caught between two worlds. His gaze turned to the blood moon.

> “I’m sorry, Mother…”

“I wasn’t strong enough… to stay human.”

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🌑 End of Chapter 2 – The Eclipse and the Curse

➡️ Next: Chapter 3 — Rise of the Two-Faced God

🌑 Moon of the Fallen King

📖 Chapter 3 – “Born from Grief”

The village burned. Half the homes were already reduced to ash, and terrified screams filled the air. People ran in all directions — some for safety, others simply because fear had taken away their ability to think.

> “The boy had no intention to become a curse. But fate… had already chosen for him.”

In the center of the destruction, barefoot and trembling, stood Lucius.

He was small. His breaths were shallow, broken. His eyes shimmered with faint purple light, cursed energy rising like steam from his skin. His lips parted slightly as he looked at the villagers retreating from him in terror.

> “I didn’t want to hurt anyone… why are they all afraid of me…?”

Shadows twisted behind him — not just around his feet, but rising from within his soul. The voice inside him returned. Stronger now. Confident.

> “You begged. You cried. They still took her.”

“So tell me… what did mercy give you?”

Lucius flinched.

A memory flickered — his mother’s calm voice. Her warmth. The soft whisper she left him with, moments before being taken.

> “Lucius… stay human… no matter what.”

> “I tried, Mama…” he whispered.

But the world had never listened to trying.

From the smoke, a villager stepped forward, hands shaking as he raised a spear.

> “Y-You demon child! Stay back!!”

Lucius stepped back instinctively. The cursed mark on his arm crept further down to his fingers, glowing faintly.

> “The cursed energy… responded not to hatred. But to heartbreak.”

A tear rolled down his cheek.

> “I didn’t ask to be this…”

Then — silence shattered.

The air trembled. A surge of cursed energy erupted from his body like a wave. Trees shook. The villager was launched backward, screaming as he vanished into smoke.

> FWHOOOOM!!

Lucius covered his ears. But the voice was inside now — not outside.

> “LET ME OUT!”

“LET THEM PAY!!”

It roared. It howled. And Lucius could no longer hold it back.

Behind him, something monstrous formed — a massive, cursed claw made entirely of shadows and rage, arching toward the sky.

> “HE’S NOT A BOY! HE’S A MONSTER!!” someone screamed.

Lucius lifted his hand slowly. His fingers twitched. Energy crackled across the sky like lightning ready to fall.

> “In that moment… the child became a storm.”

The ground split apart beneath him. Flames burst from the ruins of the shrine. One villager collapsed to his knees, sobbing.

> “Please… spare us…”

Lucius stared blankly.

There was no anger in his expression now. No hate. Just... emptiness.

> “I’m not the one choosing anymore…”

Inside his mind, the dark realm unfolded — and at its center, a throne made of bone and ruin. Sitting on it was Sukuna, grinning.

> “Now you see… power doesn’t cry.”

In the real world, cursed winds tore apart homes like paper. The red eclipse deepened. Blood scattered across shattered stones.

> “Under the blood moon, sorrow turned to slaughter.”

And then… silence.

Lucius stood alone. Everything — and everyone — was gone.

> “I... didn’t mean to…”

The eclipse reached its peak. His second eye glowed bright. Inside his mind, the voice whispered again — softly, like a lullaby turned venomous.

> “They feared the curse… and now, they’ve created a king.”

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📘 End of Chapter 3 – “Born from Grief”

➡️ Next: Chapter 4 — “The Throne Beneath Ash”