I am someone with no idea where I came from and nowhere to return to.
They treat me like useless trash, so isn't it only natural that they'd destroy me once they've squeezed out the last bit of value I have?
And I'm a coward, too afraid even to fight back. I can only tremble beneath my brother's wing, watching him risk his life for me, never realizing how helpless he felt back then. In the end, he set out on a path with no return.
Now I have courage and strength, but he can never come back.
Even a home in the wrong world is still a home!
For people like us, nothing matters more than life and death.
Demons are born from the heart. We will do anything to fulfill our obsessions.
The gods and demons are only a thought apart. The person who pulls him out of the mire will always be his moon.
CP: Gojo Satoru
Warning: Another worldline, with a dark and obsessive tone.
Theme: The North Star cannot measure the heavens, so why believe that longing is the gentlest thing of all?
