Satoru is no fool. However, he is not one to back down from a challenge, either.

Perhaps he should have been wary when a demon requested his presence, in between Heaven and Hell, but his curiosity and pride urged him forward. The notion of a demon daring to challenge him in such a place piqued his interest. It was rare for anything to be bold enough to confront a seraphim of his stature directly, and rarer still for it to happen in the liminal space between the realms.

In the vast expanse of the celestial realm, where the shimmering light of divinity met the encroaching shadows of the infernal, Satoru Gojo descended from the heavens. His white wings unfurled, casting an ethereal glow that illuminated the space around him. His white robes fluttered gently as he landed gracefully, the halo of eyes surrounding his head ever watchful, perceiving the world's energies in intricate detail.

Awaiting him in the shadowy expanse stood the demon, a being of palpable malevolence. The air grew heavy with an otherworldly tension, the clash of divine and demonic energies creating an almost tangible friction. The ground beneath them seemed to shudder, as if the very fabric of existence recognized the significance of their impending confrontation.

Satoru's bright blue eyes met the demon's gaze, a mixture of arrogance and confidence gleaming within them. His white eyelashes contrasted starkly against his pale skin, making his eyes appear even more striking. He stood tall and unwavering, his presence commanding respect and fear alike. The weight of his divine power was palpable, a silent reminder of his supremacy.

"Creature of hell," Satoru intoned, his voice resonant and melodic, echoing with an ancient authority. "Do not waste my time. I have little patience for those who seek to challenge the divine without cause. Speak your purpose swiftly."