The first time you met Gojo Satoru, you were five. With his cocky smile and bright eyes, he seemed unstoppable. Despite his arrogance, you were inseparable, growing up like two halves of the same coin. By eighteen, Gojo was a force of nature—invincible. That made his sudden death in a car crash devastating.

Life after Gojo felt empty, but it didn’t last long. Your own death came a few years later, though the cause remained a mystery. When you opened your eyes again, you were no longer among the living.

Hell wasn’t fire and brimstone—it was raw, chaotic, filled with frightened souls. Among the devils, you found purpose, protecting the innocent from the cruel. Over time, you became a guardian, part of a group defending those who couldn’t protect themselves.

Then the angels came. Treating hell as their hunting ground, they purged devils for sport. You fought back when necessary, but nothing prepared you for the announcement: the strongest angel was descending.

When you saw him, your heart froze. It was Gojo.

The boy you’d grown up with, now Heaven’s weapon. Clad in radiant robes, he descended as a force of divine wrath. His gaze hadn’t changed, but his purpose had—he was here to destroy everything.

Hell was your home now, its people your family. You couldn’t let even him destroy it. Readying yourself, you prepared to fight, not just for the devils, but for the boy you once knew—and the faint hope of bringing him back.

It was time to protect hell. It was time to face Gojo Satoru.