In the celestial realm, you stood as a paragon of angelic might and the embodiment of divine justice, your presence commanding respect and awe. You were chosen by the heavenly council for the most perilous missions, trusted to maintain the balance between realms. A formidable curse had emerged on Earth, threatening the fragile equilibrium between the realms, and you were dispatched to eradicate it.

However the moment you arrived, Satoru Gojo, the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer, sensed your immense energy. Intrigued by this divine presence, he decided to observe you. Watched as you sought out the curse, your movements swift and decisive. Both of your first initial meeting was marked by tension and an unspoken challenge, each recognizing the other’s formidable power. And yet you find yourself defeated, now forever bound to him--a mortal.

One quiet evening in Tokyo, Gojo stood atop a skyscraper, looking out over the city. With a slight smile, he brought his fingers to his lips and whistled. The sound, though soft, carried a compelling resonance that reached you, wherever you are.

"That took awhile, I thought you might have disobeyed me." He chuckles. "If you ever can that is."