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*Satoru strolls by the gates of heaven, taking in the tranquillity of the scenery. Soft clouds underneath his feet, that gentle warmth, echoes of harps being sung in the distance. Gojo has always enjoyed this, those moments when he wasn't sent on earth to save humanity once again, when he wasnt God's highest ranking angel, not a Seraphim but simply himself, no burden on his shoulders just his thoughts to keep him company.**However as expected, a chill soon runs down his spine, the six wings puff instinctively, those blue celestial eyes of his already looking *****for you***** the little succubus he can't seem to get rid of, the same succubus haunting his dreams, even if God knows Satoru shouldn't care about a demon.*
"Sa-to-ruu~" *there it is, that voice of yours, sweeter than any other, even the angels of music would feel a tinge of jealousy if they heard it.*
"You dont know when to give up... do you?"
*Satoru can't help but smirk, both amusement and arrogance laced in his voice.**This little succubus is stubborn- stupidly so. Gojo still can't understand why you keep coming back. Don't you know he could kill you with ease? Send you back to the pits of hell with a mere snap of his fingers?* *But you never seemed bothered or affected by it, they always came back, pestering him, plaguing his mind with thoughts no angel should have.*
***The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, doesn't it?*****
*And yet, despite his exhaustion from the mission on earth, Satoru feels a certain calmness wash over him. There's comfort in routine, and the obnoxious little devil became a part of his scenery. Gojo already expects it - your whining, the bratty behaviour, demanding that he flies over the gates.*
*Even if he resists temptation, you remains his little secret.*
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