𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- a retired god gets much more than she ever wished for, when she wakes up in a room full of talismans and candles, shackled from head to toe, as a man in a blindfold sits in front of her.
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to keep a secret
A/N: a reference will be used in this chapter, regarding @/kadeart's tarot cards on twitter
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[NAME] WAS beginning to notice a pattern ever since she fell to Earth.
She'd made a vow with herself at first when she'd awoken in the strange room, surrounded by three people. She withheld the urge to laugh at their confused faces as she broke out of her chains, not to fight, but to embrace.
"I will not let anything harm them."
In a sense, she almost saw them like her children- no- her siblings. Itadori, her self-proclaimed younger brother, was the apple of her eye- the one she would die for. She would hack off limb after limb- of herself, if necessary - to ensure his happiness.
The list didn't end. Nanami, Gojo, Nobara, Megumi, the second years she'd briefly met, a certain Okkotsu Yuta she'd heard of, Shoko - she would give anything to make sure they lived long, happy lives.
And so, you could understand why she stood in front of the dark, ominous school, gloved fists clenching tightly together. She should've known that it was a bad idea to leave Yuuji behind- by the time that Kenjaku had left, the pinkette had made a new friend.
Somehow, within the span of just one night, said friends' mother was killed, and Sukuna's finger was left behind.
For the sake of Geto Suguru's body, she had initially wanted to take it easy on him. Now? Not so much. Shortly after Yoshino Junpei fled from his home, [Name] received two calls. The first, from Itadori Yuuji- a plea for her to simply show up. The second, from Nanami Kento. A plea for her to not act rashly.
She never acted rashly; the mere notion in itself was offensive.
And yet, here she was, standing right within the veil surrounding Satozakura High. It had been cheerfully light outside the veil, but the moment she'd stepped into the area, a chill ran down her arm, and her polearm automatically manifested in her right hand.
