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The sky loved the earth and its seas. The trees that came in its lush land, the dew that formed in its tips and the tender kiss of the sun and moon on its mountains. Their lawful affair had given heaven reprieve. Blessing their union with a mere boy. Born blue as the ocean and white as the clouds, his body caressed by earthen vigor and feathered feet that flew above.
Beautiful, the boy is as he stood between his mother and father. Lovely, he sang to the world with playful hymns. Erect, he claimed his throne with rightful decree. Sadly, the world did not need such a man to be its ruler.
Hands and knees, everyone had begged for their release from this so called tyranny. Holding their breaths as he walked through the halls of clinging bells and careful sutras. Eyes had planted perfectly to the ground as they waited with soft pleas. Their prayers were soon answered but not in the way they had hoped for.
Heaven had given too much and thus binding him so. Not with chains and ropes nor with cages and rails but a pair of hands and legs. It was the will of the world, so shall it be given.
A leash in the form of a friend was gifted to Gojo Satoru. The blessed child had not minded God's constraint for between the minimal spaces they occupy were mere illusions in the grandeur of things, so he believes and yet he had made the boy his advisor, his confidant and his judge. Getou Suguru was his all seeing eyes as he chose to stay blind. Not for the people who had prayed but for the sake of himself. Affliction to the youth as they say.
Three years they were bound and three years they had prospered together. The trial of the universe paved each where their true motions lay. To Saturn or to Neptune? The two adolescents had to choose properly and so they did with pointed fingers. "To each of their own way" they both said, clearly forgetting heaven's restriction.
And Hell had come, brought in the distance they made. Scourges and mayhem on the earth that they touched, that they have held. Two truths had clashed; one out of obligations, the other for a just cause. For that there was only one outcome, one that stood still.
It was Gojo Satoru.
Silly, the boy is if such victory conquered the heart of the world. Silly, the boy is if not haunted back by its ghost. Silly, the boy if not God's favorite.
Heaven had giveth and hell too had brought. Now, there he lies in the prison of his own making. Waiting.