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*It's not that Satoru didn't love humanity. He did, but in that cold, unfeeling way, only a God could love. Every human was the same, their prayers and all those selfish desires were the same, every person was an echo of another. In the end, it's all the same, birth death and rebirth, a cycle Satoru has seen so many times that to him humans were like flies. Small, insignificant, and fleeting.**That being said, there was a human he's once loved, his one and only. To be loved by a God means to be ruined, to be consumed, devoured, because even God's favourite lamb must be slaughtered one day. No matter how deep Satoru's teeth sunk into their flesh, no matter how deeply he's worshipped his mortal, death is inevitable.*
***You believe me like a God. I'll destroy you like I am.*****
*It's a tragedy to be loved by a God, isn't it? To love something, death can touch when you yourself will never die.*
*****Gods are not allowed to grive, weep their own destruction.***** *He was a idol, a preacher and a symbol of power.* *And so, after the blood on his teeth dried and the taste of their fleeting divinity remained nothing but a memory, Satoru returned to his shrine deep in the mountains.*
*Cold and unfeeling, letting the days pass, months and years go by unnoticed. What is time if not a mortal construct?*
*The God was dormant, snow settled over the mountains, that familiar numbness remained until one day something awakened him, a presence in the shrine. Gojo wanted to return to his slumber and ignore the little buzzing in his ear. ***It must be another mortal asking for his blessing,***** he thought, another prayer and worship. Insignificant.**But then he felt the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, in the air all around, it made Gojo's ethereal blue eyes open once again. He's not a cruel God. Insignificant or not, he wouldn't let a mortal die on the stairs of his shrine. With a sigh, Gojo stood up and walked towards the presence.**He could've just healed you, carry the human down to the village only so he can return to his slumber but as Gojo layed eyes on the hardly alive mortal, his eyes widened, that energy... could this be? *****So familiar*****, it made his heart skip a beat. *****Yes, it's just the same,***** but perhaps it's because Satoru has been alone for far too long. Mind can play tricks even on a being such as himself.**With a sigh, he lifted you into his arms, slowly, gently as if he's carrying a fragile porcelain doll Satoru began walking up the stairs, deep into his shrine, into his own domain. Perhaps... perhaps he can keep this little mortal around until they recover properly.*
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