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In Gojo's perspective, her current situation stemmed from Denji's connection to power. Makima had teamed her up with Aki for reasons unknown. Despite being in this new world, everything felt strangely familiar.
The world was still governed by powerful figures, but Gojo was content as long as they didn't interfere with her. She had the ability to do whatever she pleased, a notion that tempted her to eliminate them all.
As Gojo strolled through the bustling streets, she sensed that something significant was looming on the horizon. However, it hadn't arrived yet, so she understood the importance of maintaining a low profile.
She refrained from making any bold moves because she was aware that revealing her true power prematurely would make the powerful figures in this world wary....
"Oooh~ a new product sale of mochi~, don't mind if I do" Gojo teleported inside the shop
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In a dimly lit room that exuded an aura of seriousness, Makima stood at the head of a polished mahogany table, the sound of fingers tapping rhythmically against the surface was heard all around the room. She faced a row of important figures who remained shrouded in the shadows, their identities concealed
A man, seated at the other end of the table, gazed at Makima with a hint of curiosity and disdain. "Makima...how's the squad of dogs we gave you developing?"
Makima met his gaze with an air of detachment. "There is one who seems capable of meeting my expectations, one that is interesting, and the one that still is sleeping."
The man's brow furrowed, and he leaned forward. "...Interesting?"
Makima's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "A pup I just picked up."
The scribbling of a pen documenting their conversation came to a sudden halt, a pause that held the weight of the unspoken. The atmosphere in the room seemed to change, becoming even more oppressive.
"Your job is to train the dogs and use them," the man's voice turned stern, reminding Makima of her duties. "Don't get attached to each and every one."
Makima's gaze remained steady, her response measured. After the reprimand, she pushed back her chair and left the room, her departure swift and silent. The room seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as she exited, its secrets tucked safely away once more.
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Inside the car, the atmosphere was a mixture of confinement and intrigue. Makima occupied the space behind the driver's seat, her posture reflecting her inherent authority. Aki, his irritation evident in the way he gripped the wheel, navigated the vehicle through the city's busy streets. Gojo, on the other hand, sat beside Aki, her gaze drifting lazily outside, an unmistakable sense of boredom settling into her very bones.
Aki's frustration finally bubbled to the surface. "Denji is just unpleasant. He's not interesting at all. Why do you expect so much from him?"
Gojo, couldn't resist the opportunity to interject with a teasing tone. "Aki, my dear, even a rock would find Denji uninteresting."
Makima, in the backseat, observed the interaction with her usual calm. "All devils are born bearing a name," she said, steering the conversation back to her enigmatic expertise. "As the name becomes feared, the devil itself increases in power. Coffee doesn't have a scary image at all, so if there were a coffee devil, it would be weak. But what if there were a car devil...you've got the image of getting run over and dying, so it might be strong."
Makima's words hung in the air, echoing through the car, as Aki contemplated the idea. Gojo's interest was piqued, and she gazed at Makima with renewed curiosity. She couldn't help herself but make a playful jab at her enigmatic companion. "Makima, if you were a devil, you'd probably be the bureaucracy devil, the scariest of them all."
Makima responded with a cryptic smile, acknowledging Gojo's jest with a faint nod. "Denji can become a chainsaw demon," she continued, her tone thoughtful. "I think that's interesting."
As the car moved through the city, the trio became silent. The air inside the car was filled with intense awkwardness and a sense of the unknown,
"Does that mean there's a devil stronger than all the devils, that the devil I was describing is watching us now?" Gojo asked in a curious manner.
"What type of Devil are you saying, Gojo?" Makima asked, while Aki listened intently.
"The Judgement," Gojo simply said, her voice unwavering. She appeared unaffected by the utterance. However, Makima and Aki, in stark contrast, were deeply affected. They felt a strange unease, as if they comprehended what Gojo was saying on a primal level, yet couldn't fully grasp its implications.
The car fell into an eerie silence, the air heavy with unspoken dread. They had stumbled upon something enigmatic and unsettling.
Aki, his grip on the wheel tightened, exchanged a perplexed look with Makima, who had thus far remained enigmatically silent. "The Judgement? What's that supposed to mean, Gojo?"
Makima, her expression carefully composed to hide her knowledge, acted as if she were hearing the term for the first time. "The Judgement? I can't say I'm familiar with that, Gojo."
Aki, still unaware of the gravity of the situation, furrowed his brow. "I've never heard of it. Why would you bring it up now?"
Then Gojo casually said, "The Judgment... it's not a devil, Aki. It's a situation that the world has forgotten. It's the moment when all of humanity is judged, their deeds and souls weighed on an unfathomable scale." no other thoughts cross their mind, like how did Gojo know that, and where did she get the information from?
A heavy silence settled in the car, and the world outside, once ordinary, had taken on a sinister aura. It made Gojo slightly smirk, since she long suspected that the curse that sent her here in this universe is a devil, and the devil kept mentioning Judgement or something, so maybe there is something related here, just like the bible, but that's only her opinion who knows. Gojo shrugged, then turn to the window, she watch the scenery change
Through the car journey continued in silence, the tension in the air remained palpable. Gojo, a sly grin creeping onto her lips, finally broke the silence with an insult that seemed to hang in the air like a dare.
"Seems like Makima isn't the only one who's in the dark about things," Gojo quipped, her words laced with sarcasm. "Guess we'll all learn something new today."
As the car continued through the city, Gojo couldn't resist the urge to deliver another sharp-tongued insult.
She turned her gaze towards Makima and said, "You know, Makima, you might want to consider a career in acting. Your 'I don't know what's going on' act could win you an award."
Makima remained stoic, but there was a flicker of annoyance in her eyes. It made Gojo so happy, that she decided to take a short nap, of course she's still in her guard because of Makima
Silence enveloped the car until Aki finally spoke up. "He might be interesting, but he won't be usable," he remarked. Still continuing the conversation about Denji, he probably got an idea that Gojo just wants to scare him about the Judgment Devil or something
Makima's response was equally enigmatic, delivered with a hint of admonition. "You seemed to forget the person sitting right beside you."
Aki glanced beside him and saw the person, who remained conspicuously unresponsive, wearing a blindfold that hid any sign of consciousness. He had nearly forgotten her presence until now. It made him ponder...
Aki turned his gaze to the enigmatic figure beside him. The fact that she could erase her presence at will sent a chill down his spine. He refocused on the road, driving on in silence.
Makima's voice cut through the quiet. "Scary, isn't it? Even if Denji isn't usable, there's a guard dog who will watch over him, and that guard dog happens to be his loyal friend..."
Aki nodded, but he couldn't help but voice his skepticism. "Doesn't change the fact that he's still just a kid. A brat."
Even if Gojo was taking a nap, she had a tendency to remain nonchalant. Her peaceful slumber, in a way, added to the enigma of her presence.
"Isn't that what makes it interesting, Aki?" Makima said, her tone mischievous. "A bunch of kids trying to play with the big devils."
As the car continued down the road, and Gojo who was shutting her eyes off, she just didn't care. As long as they stay in their boundary, she won't touch them, then she continue sleeping
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Gojo suddenly sat upright, her eyes wide with an unsettling intensity, and then disappeared into thin air.
"The fuck?!" Aki exclaimed, startled by Gojo's sudden vanishing act.
Makima, who remained calm, explained, "Don't worry. Just as I said, the guard will look for its friend to keep him safe, but this guard dog is not as forgiving as the others. I pity the betrayer when it's found."
In the distance, an eerie chant filled the air, the name "Denji" repeated like a haunting refrain.
Denji Denji Denji...Denji Denji...Denji
Aki gripped the steering wheel tighter, a sense of foreboding settling over him as he continued to drive through the city. The disappearance of Gojo and the ominous chant left an unsettling atmosphere in the car,
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"He was an idiot, but he was perceptive..." Power said, her voice tinged with a hint of grudging respect.
Power dragged Denji's limp body inside the house situated on the hill. The interior was dimly lit, with the walls seemingly whispering secrets to those who entered.
Inside the house, a deep, scratchy voice resonated around the walls, chilling the air. "You kept me waiting, blood demon. I was starting to wonder if you had run away..."
Power, seemingly unfazed by the ominous voice, replied with her usual cocky tone. "Quit whining. I was finally able to go outside!"
"A bat... Just like you asked, I brought a human!" Power declared.
As if materializing from the shadows, a large bat with piercing, dark eyes emerged in the darkness. Its eyes locked onto Denji's unconscious form.
"It's been a while since I had a meal... A young man, huh... Looks like I'll get to drink some blood filled with vitality...!" the large bat said, its voice echoing through the room.
With a quick, deliberate motion, the bat grabbed Denji's body and gave it a powerful squeeze, jolting him awake.
"GAH!" Denji shouted, his disoriented eyes meeting the eerie gaze of the bat.
"Look at the wound on this arm, human! It was inflicted by you bastards!" the bat growled, revealing a missing arm. "An annoying wound that forced one such as me to go into hiding!"
Denji, not one to back down, responded with a defiant tone. "...Like I give a fuck, dumbass," he said, breathing heavily.
"Food shouldn't be so mouthy!" the bat hissed.
"This wound is carved into me by humans... I'll heal it with the blood of a human!" the bat proclaimed.
With another powerful squeeze, the bat forced Denji to vomit blood, which it eagerly consumed.
"Ugh! Disgusting!" the bat grimaced, then hurled Denji away. Remarkably, the missing arm of the bat rapidly regenerated.
"Disgusting blood!" the bat threw its arms upward, creating a hole in the roof. "But I recovered using that disgusting blood!" it was proudly announced.
The bat devil perched itself on the roof of the house, its dark silhouette looming ominously against the night.
"There's an awful aftertaste in my mouth!... I'll have to cleanse my palate with other humans!" it declared, a sinister hunger in its voice.
Power, standing amidst the chaos, couldn't help but smirk. "Someone actually believed my story. Humans really are foolish," she mused, her eyes glinting with a wicked satisfaction. But something is hidden in her eyes...
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You're wondering about the whereabouts of Gojo and her intentions, aren't you? Don't fret; she's keeping a close eye on our beloved Denji, patiently biding her time for the ideal moment to reveal herself without leaving a trace of evidence. Gojo's approach is deliberate, as she seeks to determine whether Power is deserving of forgiveness or if erasing her existence is the more suitable option.
It's an intriguing analogy, isn't it? Just as humans needed to witness miracles to believe in God, Gojo aims to unveil her extraordinary abilities gradually, aiming to make both humans and devils tremble in awe of her name and presence. She understands the power of creating wonder and fear, and she's crafting her own path to attain that divine status. So, let's remain patient and watch as Gojo works her miracles, Just kidding,
Gojo doesn't want to do anything, so she's just lazy, she just watch Denji fight the devil
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