Love Beyond Worlds

Curse Twenty-Five: The Gojo Clan Ritual

Inside the hallowed ritual chamber of the Gojo clan, the esteemed members of the Gojo clan gathered solemnly. Shoko is outside of the room standing by incase Violet needs immediate medical attention like she promised Gojo.

Violet, adorned in the intricate, ancient bridal dress of the Gojo clan, stood nervously beside Gojo Satoru, who wore a male counterpart of the ceremonial attire. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation and reverence as the ritual commenced.

The members of the Gojo clan began their rhythmic chanting, a chorus of ancient hymns that filled the chamber with a sacred resonance. The ritual was expected to last an hour, extended due to Violet's divine energy. Gojo requested that they proceed with safety of Violet in mind.

Violet's heart raced with fear, but Gojo's reassuring presence steadied her. He clasped her hands gently, his voice low yet resolute. "You'll be alright, love. We'll do this... Together."

Her eyes met his, finding solace in his unwavering confidence. She nodded, drawing strength from his conviction as the chanting enveloped them in its powerful cadence.

The initial stages of the ritual progressed smoothly, the ceremonial energies weaving around them in a delicate dance of harmony and unity. Yet, as they reached the pivotal midpoint, Violet's composure faltered. The time had come for her to release her divine energy, allowing it to merge with Gojo's curse energy.

A searing pain lanced through Violet's being as the energies intertwined. She gasped, clutching at Gojo's hands, her whole body trembling with the intensity of the fusion. "Satoru," she whispered through gritted teeth, "it hurts..."

Gojo's concern deepened as he watched her struggle, beads of sweat glistening on her brow. "Violet, we should stop," he urged softly, his own body resonating with the unfamiliar sensation of their combined energies.

"N-No," she managed to say, her voice strained but resolute. "I can endure this much... for the future."

With every fiber of her being, Violet fought against the pain, her pure essence grappling with the raw power of curse energy. Gojo, feeling their energies melding in ways he had never imagined, marveled at the strength and purity she embodied.

For Violet, the ordeal was agonizing. Curse energy, inherently negative, clashed violently with her divine essence. But amid the pain, there was a profound sense of unity and purpose that bound them together. After this ritual, Gojo promised Violet that she will never have to use her divine energy ever again.

They pressed on, the minutes stretching into eternity, until finally, the ritual reached its culmination. The last echoes of the chants faded into the ether, leaving a reverent silence in their wake.

Exhausted beyond measure, Violet slumped against Gojo, her breathing ragged. Violet's once vibrant eyes now closed in exhaustion. Her body trembled with residual pain, the aftermath of merging her pure divine energy with Gojo's formidable curse energy. Despite her bravery, the toll on her physical and spiritual being was evident. Relief flooded through her. Gojo Satoru held her tenderly, cradling her in his arms as he felt the weight of their shared ordeal settle upon them.

The elder members of the Gojo clan, and their attendants approached silently, their expressions a mix of solemnity and relief. They had witnessed firsthand the taxing nature of the ritual and respected Violet's strength in enduring it.

One of the senior clan members, a weathered man with deep lines etched into his face, stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Gojo.

"Gojo Satoru," he began, his voice carrying the weight of years of tradition, "you have chosen well. Your bond with Violet is not merely a union of hearts, but a convergence of strength and resilience."

Gojo nodded gratefully, his eyes never leaving Violet's peaceful face. "Thank you, Elder," he replied quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "She is my everything."

The attendants, who had been silently observing, approached with a basin of cool water and soft cloths. With gentle efficiency, they began to tend to Violet, cleansing her forehead and hands with care.

As they worked, another clan member, a young woman with a serene demeanor, spoke softly to Gojo. "Rest assured, Gojo-sama," she reassured him, "Violet will recover. The purity of her divine energy will mend the strain in time."

Gojo nodded again, his gratitude for their support evident. He continued to hold Violet close, feeling a deep sense of relief that the most arduous part of their journey was now behind them.Gojo gently brushed a strand of hair from Violet's face, his voice a soft murmur filled with both concern and admiration. "Violet," he whispered, "you did it. We did it."

Her eyelids fluttered slightly at his touch, a faint smile gracing her lips. "Satoru," she murmured weakly, "thank you... for believing in me."

He held her closer, his heart swelling with love and pride for the woman who had faced such trials for their future together. "Always, Violet," he vowed softly, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

As the clan members respectfully withdrew, leaving the couple in quiet solitude, Gojo continued to cradle Violet in his arms. He knew that she needed time to recover, both physically and spiritually, from the profound exertion of the ritual.

Gojo vowed to cherish and protect Violet with all his might. Their love had been tested and proven, bound now by a bond that transcended mere mortal vows.

Outside the ritual chamber, preparations for their formal wedding celebration continued, but within its sacred confines, Gojo and Violet had already forged a bond that would endure through every trial yet to come.

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Gojo Satoru stood before the venerable council members, his presence commanding and his demeanor determined. The elders listened intently as Gojo began to outline his plans.

"Elders," Gojo started, his voice steady yet tinged with urgency, "I come before you with important news. Violet and I have decided to hold our wedding ceremony in just one week's time."

The elders exchanged a mix of surprised and contemplative looks. Such haste was unusual for such a significant occasion, but they remained silent, waiting for Gojo to continue.

"Before the wedding," Gojo continued, his gaze unwavering, "I intend to take decisive action against Sukuna. I plan to destroy all the Sukuna fingers and exorcise Sukuna from Yuji Itadori once and for all."

The council chamber fell into a stunned silence. The idea of exorcising Sukuna, the King of Curses, was audacious, even for someone as formidable as Gojo Satoru.

"Elder Ito," one of the elders spoke up cautiously, "you propose a task that has never been accomplished, even by the strongest among us. Are you certain of this?"

Gojo nodded firmly, his resolve unwavering. "I understand your skepticism," he replied, "but circumstances have changed. I have gained a new power—a power that surpasses what I have known before."

The elders looked at each other, their expressions a mix of concern and contemplation. "And Violet?" another elder asked cautiously, "Is she to assist you with her divine energy?"

Gojo's expression darkened slightly. "No," he replied firmly, "Violet will not be using her divine energy again. It is too dangerous for her."

The elders exchanged incredulous glances. Without Violet's divine energy, they struggled to comprehend how Gojo intended to achieve such a monumental task.

"Elder Ito," Gojo addressed the head of the council directly, "We all want a future free from Sukuna's threat, don't we?"

Elder Ito sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on Gojo. "Very well, Gojo," he conceded reluctantly, "if you believe this is the path we must take, then we will stand behind you."

With a respectful bow to the council, Gojo turned to leave the chamber, the weight of their doubts and his determination heavy on his shoulders. Behind him, the elders remained in solemn contemplation, grappling with the implications of Gojo's revelation and the uncertain future it promised.

That's not all; Gojo will destroy 'Geto' before Sukuna. He will ensure that Violet gets to live happily with him. The ritual truly worked wonders for Gojo, granting him a new skill that has made him even more invincible.

As he made his way through the corridors of the Jujutsu headquarters, his mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming wedding and the daunting task ahead.

Just as he reached the entrance, Gojo felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out, he saw a message notification from Violet. A rare smile graced his lips as he read her text—a simple yet heartfelt message that filled him with warmth and anticipation.

"Can't wait to see you, love. Hurry home! ❤️"

The words were like a soothing balm to his weary soul. Without hesitation, Gojo texted back a quick reply—"On my way. Hold tight! 😊"—before swiftly making his way out of the headquarters.

Minutes later, Gojo arrived at their modest yet cozy apartment where Violet awaited him. Opening the door, he was greeted by her radiant smile, the sight of which washed away any lingering doubts or worries from the day.

Violet stood before him, clad in a comfortable attire that exuded warmth and love. Gojo enveloped her in a tight embrace, holding her close as if to reassure himself that she was real and safe amidst the chaos of their lives.