⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2007 )
Leaving him is never easy. Every bitter parting is a dagger that plunges into her chest. The fates are cruel but she is crueller still. Sayuri is a fool to think that she can unravel the universe and put it back together however she wants it to. Gullible enough to believe the lies she feeds herself, that she can change the course of destiny when it's already been laid in motion. Of course the gods would take pleasure in her anguish.
The name Kurosawa has always been accompanied by the words evil and blasphemous. Whichever poor child that inherits that coveted technique to open the gates of heaven and hell is both revered and reviled. They had been humble exorcists at the beginning of time, sending unruly spirits to rest within the void. Shinigami collecting their due, servants of Yama himself.
The declining estate of her clan is starting to become overgrown with weeds and creeping ivy, weeping sakura trees hiding withered faces behind a veil of fading blooms. She remembers a time when she knew every grain of wood and stone within the compound of her paper prison. Even back then, there was always an overcast shadow from the sky. As if Susano-o himself is watching vigilantly over them, waiting for any minor trespass to unleash his wrath.
There has been many a tall tale surrounding her family within the sorcerers' society. It is widely known that the Kurosawas turned their backs on the world, letting humanity fend for themselves against the onslaught of cursed spirits that they unwittingly create every day. But the truth is far simpler and pettier than that. It is a blood feud that binds the entire Kurosawa clan to their perpetual purgatory. A thousand-year-old grudge that has long festered within the hearts of every successor and descendant.
The morning of her father's funeral is ashen grey. Sayuri receives the condolences bestowed by the other family members as they gather around the hall of the main house. A sea of black mourning garb floods her vision with flitting eyes of disapproval directed towards her. Their dark murmurs fill the room, of betrayal and mistrust. It matters little anyway in the grand scheme of it all, she is the one who inherits the power of their ancestors. She alone will be the sacrificial lamb on the altar of their cursed gods.
