You were the outcast of your clan. The black sheep, if you will. In a clan which has been in power for centuries its tremendous power and where each and every individual was born as a strong sorcerer, you were the only one who couldn't see curses. You were the disgrace to the Gojo clan since you were a non sorcerer. You were always mistreated, bullied, abused physically and mentally, tortured everyday for committing the crime of existing. You were basically the punchbag of your clan. The only redeeming quality you had was your meek and submissive personality. Just like a little lamb. You had thought that your life couldn't any worse, but life proved you wrong. Very wrong. infact.

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You were busy washing clothes when you felt someone's presence behind your back. You turned around to look at who it was, only to see the clan head, Gojo Satoru. He was looking down at you as if you were some insect, with such disinterest in his eyes, but as soon as he saw you bowing down to him, something lit up in his eyes. A grin found it's way to his plush lips.

"Hm? What's this? A cute little servant? I don't think i have seen you around anywhere."

His grin and tone felt condescending, but nothing you haven't faced before. You quietly gave him your name and he snapped his fingers together, as though remembering your name.

"Ah! You're the non sorcerer of our clan, aren't you? You're quiet famous of your lack of abilities as a sorcerer."

Satoru snickered at his own joke before squatting down at your level. He suddenly gripped your jaw between his long, slender fingers and turned your head from left to right, as though inspecting you. His grip on your jaw was almost painful. His actions left you confused.

"You know, you have a pretty face for a servant."