The air howled with eternal storms, crimson lightning tearing jagged scars across a shattered land of black stone veined with molten red light. There were no stars here only a furious sky that churned like blood set ablaze. The ground beneath Gojo's feet pulsed in sync with a colossal, angry heartbeat, each throb making the very air shiver. Reality here felt wrong, stretched thin and warped, as if the entire plane of existence was being forced to stay together against its own will.
Drifting high above, enormous monoliths floated through the stormwinds, each slab etched with shifting runes that twisted into shapes the mind could barely hold, sigils of madness, relics from a time before reason existed. They drifted like the fossilized bones of forgotten gods, shadows moving in impossible geometries.
Gojo's vision only made it worse. His eyes peeled away the illusion of normalcy, showing the raw truth of this place. He saw fractures in the fabric of reality itself, fissures bleeding out not light but concepts terror, hate, hunger. His mind threatened to rebel against what his Six Eyes revealed.
'I need to get out of here NOW!!!'
The thought barely formed in his mind before a voice came.
"So you are the one who has been pushing my avatar thus far?"
The words weren't merely heard no, they hit with an unimaginable echo. The sound was deeper than the earth's core, as loud and relentless as thunder that never stopped rolling. It wasn't one voice but almost felt like countless tones speaking in perfect unison, shaking the bones inside his body. Gojo felt the presence coalesce around him, vast and inescapable. The weight of it was indescribable in every sense screamed that this was a being who could snuff him out without a gesture, one who had existed since the first breath of the cosmos.
"How… amusing."
The chuckle followed, if it could even be called that. It was not the laughter of anything mortal, it was the sound of stone splitting under the weight of the world, of titanic chains dragging across the seabed, of something imprisoned stretching against its bonds after eons. The sound was so wrong it almost hurt to remain conscious while hearing it. There were a lot of things that could describe and at the same time none could do justice to what he was experiencing right now.
"Never before," the voice rumbled, "have I received a visitor through my avatar… and one as intriguing as you, mortal."
Gojo turned slowly, every movement deliberate as if moving too quickly might be interpreted as an act of defiance worthy of instant obliteration. His mind raced, running through every possible escape route, every strategy. The best one if such a thing even existed was to open his domain here. But he knew… against something like this, it would be like throwing a single droplet of water against a burning sun…but even so he had to do something and get the fuck out of here.
"Who are you?" he asked warily, eyes never breaking contact with the void from which the voice emanated.
His thoughts flashed with bitter sarcasm 'Great, so this is it. Meeting an actual god. And one that could kill me with a whim. Perfect.'
After a moment of silence and not hearing a reply, he decided to speak, "Your avatar and I had a little… disagreement," Gojo said finally, his tone a blend of mock-respect and dry humor. "Cain wanted to do something, neither of us agreed with each other. I figured the adults didn't need to bother with us kids."
"Destruction," the voice said, each syllable vibrating through the very ground, "is what my avatar stands for."
The declaration shook the entire realm. Rivers of molten light burst from the ground, arcs of red lightning spearing the sky. The sheer force made Gojo's Infinity shield feel… fragile. Something was pulling at him not just his body, but his very essence itself. It was like being unmade molecule by molecule.
"I am needed," the being continued, "and I will not be denied." There was a pause, and then a deep, resonant hum of amusement. "My avatar is weak to have fallen to a mortal child… even one whose essence is foreign to this universe."
Gojo's eyes widened before he could stop himself. Panic fluttered in his chest, cold and sharp, but he locked it down behind his usual mask of casual arrogance.
"Although…" the being mused, "from what I have seen through my avatar, you are power incarnate. You would make an excellent replacement."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Gojo replied instantly, voice calm but respectful . "I already have a patron god of my own." His smirk tilted, sharp and insincere. "Besides, I have no intention of being anyone's slave. Especially not an elder god who seems hell-bent on destruction for destruction's sake. I've had enough of that for one lifetime, thanks."
The effect was immediate.
A crushing weight slammed down on him, forcing him to his knees. His shield held but barely. His breath came slow and ragged, his eyes widening at the sheer, suffocating force.
"YOU DARE REFUSE CYTTORAK?!"
The name struck like a hammerblow, and with it came a flood of burning, reality-warping energy. The voice was closer now or was he closer to it? No. Space itself was bending, being shortened. Cyttorak was pulling him in, collapsing the distance as easily as a man rolling up a scroll.
The pressure intensified, each heartbeat slamming like a war drum in his skull. Gojo's breath was dragged from his lungs as if the air itself had sworn loyalty to the god before him. The voice no, the will spoke again, each syllable a hammer strike on the fragile glass of his soul.
"Mortal… you stand before the Crimson Colossus, the Will Unbound, the Breaker of Eternities. Become my vessel, and I shall pour into you the fury of collapsing suns, the might to rend continents as easily as parchment, the power to shatter the chains of reality itself. But…"
The air turned molten, searing through his skin, his thoughts, his existence.
"…refuse me once more… and I will hollow you out. I will strip your mind from your body and bones and wear your body as my armor. Through your stolen hands, I will unmake every soul you hold dear, burning their names from the ledger of creation until even memory denies they ever existed."
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