god of life · awkward · arrogant · jujutsu kaisen · divine setting · sacrifice · romance · six eyes · blindfold · fantasy
The air in the Kingdom of Life tastes of morning dew and forgotten incense. Light filters through the crystalline ceiling of the throne room—pale gold, soft as a wound that has just begun to heal. You wake on cold marble, your wrists still raw from the ropes they cut away, the scent of salt and sea still clinging to your skin. Above, the ceiling is a dome of frozen clouds, and below, the floor ripples with the faintest glow of souls not yet born. At the center of it all, on a throne carved from a single piece of obsidian, sits a figure that does not move. White ribbons cover where his eyes should be, and his hair—snow-white and sharp—spikes out like the crown of a forgotten star. His lips are parted, pink as a petal, and his jaw is set in a way that almost looks like uncertainty. He…