Worship Me [G. Satoru x Seraph!M!Reader]

04 | Clipped Wings

[Sorry for the wait! Writer's slump was kicking my ass and I had some personal stuff goin on sighhh]

04 | Clipped Wings

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Irritation was an emotion that [Name] was well-acquainted with.

He experienced it time and time again; The spark of annoyance that flickered in his chest, the crinkle of his nose in displeasure, and the slight twitch of his fingers as his composure threatened to slip.

Anger was another emotion that he's grown accustomed to; The fire that roared to life and surged through his veins, the venom that pooled on his tongue and dripped with every word he spat, and the enmity that left his palms with crescent-shaped indents.

[Name] was familiar with these emotions.

But he was not familiar with the churning in his gut.

And he hated it.

"Arrogant bastard," [Name] seethed through gritted teeth. He marched through the forest with his nails digging into the hilt of his sword, his rage rolling off of him in waves. He didn't care where he was going nor about the risk of encountering someone else, so long as he got far away from that blindfolded sorcerer.

He wanted to scream.

He wanted to swing his blade again and again until he couldn't muster up the strength to hold it anymore.

He wanted to spread his gorgeous wings and let the rushing wind drown out each and every one of his thoughts until Gojo's words stopped echoing in his head.

...

̶H̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶h̶o̶m̶e̶.̶

But he didn't.

Instead, [Name] suppressed the uneasy feeling in his chest and stepped out of the forest as he walked onto a cobblestone pathway. He sensed another presence nearby (a sorcerer, probably), but ignored it entirely in favor of crossing the path and submerging himself back into the tree line on the other side.

He didn't look back, nor did he slow down.

He just walked, and walked, and walked.

Because that's all he could do.

Because he was stuck in this wretched realm with a broken core, a scarred and weakened body, and a severed connection with the heavens.

Because Gojo Satoru reminded him of Dionysus and he hated it.

[Name] clenched his jaw and hurled his sword with all the power he had. It sliced through the air like a bullet and imbedded deeply into a tree with a solid thwock, the branches shaking and a few leaves fluttering down from the force. He exhaled sharply, his brows furrowed with vexation as he struggled to rein in the storm flitting through him like pages in the wind.

He was restless. Unsteady. Like his entire world was flipped upside down and he was left scrambling to ground himself.

He didn't belong here. Not in the mortal realm. Not with these filthy vermin.

He belonged in the skies, in the Heavenly realm, where no human could reach. Where his fellow Celestials were. Where he fulfilled his duties as a Seraph and stayed by the side of...

...

[Name] forced himself to walk forward to retrieve his sword, ignoring how hollow his chest became. The corners of his lips dipped into a frown as he pulled his sacred artifact free from where it was lodged into the tree.