❝𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔❞
It was so strange; everything she used to tell herself was up in smoke now. She was begging. Fucking begging. Mikazuki felt like porcelain, pieces of her slowly cracking, the immaculate white shattering into a million pieces while the golden blood she'd been cursed with filled the crevices. Beautiful, but also broken.
"I'll be good!" Mikazuki promised, her face pale and weary. "I promise I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want!" She was babbling nonsense now; between the blood-loss and the agony, there wasn't a shred of sanity left in her mind. "I'll be a better daughter, the heiress you wanted. I'll be good, I will love you like I should." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Dad, I love you. Please."
And like a delicate porcelain doll, Kinzoku Mikazuki cracked.
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Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive. Kinzoku Mikazuki was the spare. Two incredibly powerful sorcerers discovering what the real meaning of 'equal' is while dismantling the world of jujutsu, one sorcerer at a time.
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ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴇᴅᴜʟᴇ: ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇꜱᴅᴀʏ
ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴘᴏꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 & ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ
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ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴠɪɪ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒊 ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ