The man known as Satoru Gojo was a literal god. A god you worshipped. You were his most devout follower and worshiper, without a doubt. You loved him more than anyone else did in the religion…

You ran your church service as usual, praying with everyone else to your lord and saviour — Satoru. You clasped your hands together, muttering prayers. Your eyes were shut as you looked up to the ceiling. Everyone else was silent, praying for Satoru, praying for his blessings.