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Eternal Exodus
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02. WHEN A DEATHLESS GOD MEETS A HOUND OF HELL
The first time Gojo Satoru ever saw death was in a woman.
The boy had seen countless of lives lost, from old to new they all came to a complete end. The cycle of death was a form of nature unmoving to all, and even in the world of sorcery, even those powers would give out like a star one day, destroyed and returned to nothingness. Death waits for no one, and death does not have favorites. Death would come for all living and carry them to their final resting place.
Gojo in all his infinite abilities knew he'd come to such an end one day. He was revered as a god all throughout his life, and many told him that death would not be his end, for gods are infinite. The Gojo family is infinite. His very makeup made him believe he was immortal. He liked to think that his gifts and the praise of others made him deathless, that he alone would conquer the immortal concept of death, but he wasn't naive, and he knew that he'd come to a human death.
Gojo had seen death plenty of times, so when he saw the raven-haired girl across the courtyard, the sense of dread and doom that he felt was something foreign to him. His fingertips shook, reminding him of a time when he was a child forgetting his gloves in the warmth of home on a snowy winter's day. He remembers the scolding he got for such a childish action, and the feeling of water running onto his numb fingers as sensation finally came back with the ticking of the clock. His six eyes could see the woman perfectly from such a faraway distance, and the negative energy surrounding the girl enveloped her like an endless abyss. He had never seen anything like it in his lifetime and didn't think he ever would.
Her raven hair ran endlessly like the river Styx in the underworld, and he swore the souls of the damned would slowly emerge and come alive to scream out with hollow voices, and reach for a light they had forgotten existed, for time meant nothing to the dead. Her skin was pale, the color of her black and maroon tattoos wrapped around both her arms contrasted well against her scarred skin. The cursed tool hunched over the girls back was sealed even from his six eyes, and the odd shape of the weapon made Gojo squirm from the unknown identity. Her attire made her stand out in the era they lived in, for it reminded him of robes from an ancient time in Greece or Rome, and they revealed more skin for an opponent to cut at than he was comfortable with.
