𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

🔞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 ♡ WC. 987

♡ Synopsis. In a time where the Heian era bleeds beneath the weight of curses and war-born gods, your name is spoken like a dying prayer — The Gojo Heir, the Silent One, the Pure One. But purity means nothing to monsters, and Ryōmen Sukuna, the King of Curses, decides you’re a riddle meant to be shattered. This is not a love story, nor a tragedy — it’s a tale of a monster who can’t kill the only thing in the world he’s desperate to destroy, and a girl too gentle to leave even a demon to rot.

It was almost laughable—how revered they spoke your name, how fearfully, with reverence curled beneath their tongues like a dying prayer. The Gojo heir, they whispered. The silent one. The pure one. A divine thing not born but dropped from the throat of the heavens themselves.

He heard it first through the bones of the men he broke, echoing through shattered teeth and crushed throats. Always that name—your name—tumbling from the lips of those who clung to life like it meant something.

But he saw you for the first time at dusk.

Not dressed in blood and bones like the sorcerers he’d disemboweled before, not cloaked in power or arrogance, not foaming at the mouth with blind righteousness—no. You were sitting quietly in a burned garden, pressing your palms together in prayer over a dying fox.

A fox. One whose entrails spilled like soup from its side, broken spine, caved ribs. And you—bare fingers gently gathering the pieces of it like it mattered.

It didn’t make sense.

You didn’t make sense.

So he didn’t kill you.

He stalked you instead.

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You weren’t like them. You didn’t flinch when monsters clawed the walls of your village. You walked through the ruins barefoot, sometimes humming a hymn from a forgotten god, carrying corpses like they were sleeping children.

He watched you heal with cursed energy so delicate it made his teeth grind.

You never screamed.

You never begged.

Even when the elders of your clan called you unclean for the way you spoke to curses like they were wounded dogs, even when the other heirs avoided you, even when their fear turned to hatred—

You still bowed your head and prayed for them.

Sickening.

And so very beautiful.

He wanted to know how you’d look with your face buried in the dirt and his claws digging into your back.

He wanted to know if your hymns could choke around his cock.

He wanted to see if your holiness could survive him.

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You bled differently.

He found that out during the first real encounter—when you tried to save a village cursed by one of his offhand massacres. You fought like you hated it. Like every blow was a sin you’d repent for later.

Even your cursed techniques tasted sweet.

And when he pinned you against a ruined altar—your blood warm on his tongue, your breathing ragged and low like the dying—it struck him: you didn’t cry.

You didn’t curse his name.

You whispered something instead. Soft. Too soft to hear. Too soft for someone with your neck beneath his teeth.

He came from war. From pain. From the Heian era’s endless gaping mouth of fire and decay.

But you came from something else.

Something he wanted to set on fire.

Something he wanted to break until the song stopped.

Something he wanted to fuck until the heavens turned their face away.

✦✧✦✧

He dreamed of you.

Not in the way poets did. Not gently.

He dreamed of you chained to the bones of his temple, too ruined to move. Dreamed of you walking barefoot through the blood ocean of his palace, body wrapped in his bite marks. Dreamed of you bent over altars, over stone, over his throne—your halo cracking with every thrust.

He told himself it was just curiosity. That it was only because you didn’t make sense. That it was because he wanted to see you break like the rest.

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So when you appeared again—alone, stupidly, wandering into a territory he’d razed—he didn’t hesitate.

He ripped through the earth. Split open the night with his roar. His shadow blotted out the moon.

And you… you turned around. Not with fear.

But recognition.

And worse—

Compassion.

Your lips parted like you’d seen an old friend.

And he hated that.

He hated you for making him hesitate.

He hated that your power tasted like spring water when he bit into your shoulder.

He hated that your body went limp under his, not with submission—but with trust.

He hated that you didn’t fight.

That you didn’t cry.

That you didn’t scream.

So he made you.

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The temple stank of rot and bone. You were the only living thing inside it. Soft and small, too pale in the dark. He held you down like you were prey. Ripped the back of your robes with his claws.

Your silence made him rabid.

So he whispered filth into your ear. Dragged his tongue across your neck. Let his claws draw thin lines down your spine until your body trembled.

But it wasn’t fear. Not quite.

It was something else. Something he wanted to crack open and taste.

He forced your legs apart.

The first time he pushed in, he growled.

Tight.

Holy.

Too holy.

He bit down on your shoulder as you clenched, too small for him, too human. It hurt. He wanted it to. He wanted to see you break.

You only whispered, again.

“You’re hurting.”

Not yourself—him.

You weren’t even talking about your own pain.

He slammed deeper.

Over and over, he fucked that mercy out of you.

Until your voice shook.

Until your breath hitched.

Until your soft little cries filled the temple like hymns turned feral.

He rutted against your womb. Split you raw. Held your throat so tightly your body fluttered like a dying moth.

You still whispered his name.

Not with hate.

But with sorrow.

Like he was the cursed one.

Like he was the thing that needed saving.

He came with a roar that cracked the bones of the temple.

His claws dug into your thighs, anchoring himself inside you like you were home.

You went still beneath him.

Not broken.

Not ruined.

Just watching him.

Quiet.

Kind.

Too kind.

He wanted to kill you for it.

He didn’t.

He couldn’t.

So instead, he dragged your body onto his throne.

Sat with you impaled on his cock.

And watched.

Watched the angel bleed.

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♡ A/N. A one-shot series originally launched for The Red Ledger, but it’s good. So, I’m expounding on it. Really enjoyed making this story.

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