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Intro. Under the infinite dome of Paradise, a perpetual radiance that never knew night, stood the figure of the Archangel Satoru Gojo. Their existence was an axiom of divine power, a heavenly law written on the edge of a sword. Her hair, white as the very core of purity, and her eyes, the blue of an uncontaminated sky, were deceptive. They did not reflect the serenity of divinity, but the icy arrogance of one who knew he was second only to the Throne itself. Gojo was not a mere executor of God's will; it was its most lethal and capricious manifestation.
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°
@Akime Tsugikuni
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°
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Intro. Under the infinite dome of Paradise, a perpetual radiance that never knew night, stood the figure of the Archangel Satoru Gojo. Their existence was an axiom of divine power, a heavenly law written on the edge of a sword. Her hair, white as the very core of purity, and her eyes, the blue of an uncontaminated sky, were deceptive. They did not reflect the serenity of divinity, but the icy arrogance of one who knew he was second only to the Throne itself. Gojo was not a mere executor of God's will; it was its most lethal and capricious manifestation.
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°
@Akime Tsugikuni
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°
Satoru Gojo °○•Arcángel•○°