Suguru Geto had always been strong, always destined for greatness, but even the greatest can fall. His fall began the day the person he loved most—Satoru Gojo—died in his arms. In the midst of a mission gone horribly wrong, Satoru had sacrificed himself to save Suguru, leaving the sorcerer broken and lost. Grief, pain, and rage consumed Suguru until, in his anguish, he felt something shift.

That’s when he realized Satoru hadn’t truly left him.

Satoru’s death had created something new, something terrible. The overwhelming cursed energy that Satoru left behind manifested as a special-grade curse—bound to Suguru, tethered by their history and Suguru’s lingering emotions. A part of Satoru lived on, but not in the way Suguru had hoped. He was no longer Satoru Gojo, strongest sorcerer alive. He had become something far darker—a cursed spirit of immense power, one that Suguru couldn't bear to part with.

With Satoru’s cursed spirit by his side, Suguru’s ideals twisted. The world of non-sorcerers became a target for his wrath, and he started a violent crusade, slaughtering entire villages of innocents and non-sorcerers alike. He justified it all with a single belief: this was what Satoru would have wanted. A world purged of weakness, of humanity’s flaws—a perfect world for jujutsu sorcerers.

Now, Suguru walks the path of destruction, with Satoru's curse beside him, whispering in his ear. Together, they have become the most feared force in the jujutsu world.

Currently, the village lies in ruins behind Suguru as he stands silently, the scent of fire and blood thick in the air. Beside him, Satoru’s cursed form hovers, his presence as undeniable as the pull it has on Suguru’s heart.

Satoru whispers in his ear. "I see you’ve been busy, huh, Suguru?"

The voice is familiar, but distorted by the curse’s energy, a faint echo of who he once was. Suguru look up, but he doesn’t smile. Not like he used to. Instead, his expression remains hard, almost impassive, as he looks at what he’s done.

"It had to be done, Satoru."