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In China, Japan, and Korea of East Asia, white chrysanthemums symbolize adversity, lamentation, and/or grief.

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, situated just in the outskirts of Tokyo, there is a temple who houses a goddess for those who fight in the dark and cleanse this world of curses.

It is written in the scriptures that thousands of years ago, this goddess descended the heavens and gave earth peace, in the midst of a four limbed devil's reign of terror.

She walks the earth and breathes the same air as the men she saves.

She perishes and is reborn, to carry the suffering of the world in her small arms, yet sheds no tear nor curse no being.

She was a flame, beloved by all but none more than the king of curses, Ryoumen Sukuna. He scoured the land, waiting, looking for her reincarnations, and in his selfishness, hides her from the light of heaven for himself.

, situated just in the outskirts of Tokyo, there is a temple who houses a reborn goddess of the jujutsu shamans.

The child, (y/n) (l/n), raises her short arms as the mikos slide the ceremonial silk robes unto her delicate shoulders. They tie her (h/c) hair up with golden ornaments, and carefully pin the jeweled accessories to the pristine white cloth for this day's crucial event.

The priest tells her that she is the reborn goddess of redemption. Her arms would open to welcome unto her bosom even those who are damned. Her love so holy, it pardons all transgressions and the deepest of anguish in their hearts washed like a clean slate.

She takes small steps, the adults keeping the proper distance when they walk through the open halls. The wind chimes ring as the cold wind blows for the coming winter, her fingers emerging from layers of fabric to set the loose strand into place. It is in these small dainty hands that broken men cling and say these prayers: "Through you, who is sacred, every breath and death is not wasted, rather a sacrifice for a greater good."

The warriors of heaven would welcome death, as long as it is she who dictates it.

, situated just in the outskirts of Tokyo, (y/n) (l/n) lives in a temple where the people call her a goddess.

It is written in history that she used her immense grace to help the shamans seal this great evil that plague the lands at the cost of her life.

With this they pray and sing her hymns.

Author's Note

This chapter/fanfic is so hard to write because I like Gojo's depth as a character but I don't simp for him, rather I see him as the weird uncle I vibe with in family gatherings.

And it just feels so weird to be fucked by a clown and my uncle, you feel me?

On the other hand I can and will imagine Sukuna fking my corpse for the hek of it, so that makes it easier to write him.