1 Gojo

In the scorching depths of Hell, where the rocks glowed scarlet and screams echoed endlessly, a figure lounged upon a throne of obsidian.

With blonde hair and black eyes, adorned in a black/white suit, Lucifer, the fallen angel, sat with one leg crossed over the other, looking bored.

With a lazy swipe of his finger, hundreds of tiny black orbs floated before him, each containing a soul.

He scrolled through them, his expression uninterested, like he was browsing through a catalog of misery. Each orb spun as he checked them out, the souls trapped inside wailing in agony.

But then, something caught his eye—a soul with a spark of potential. Lucifer's smirk hinted at his interest as he plucked it from the rest.

Promptly causing the others to disappear, only one white orb was left in front of him. He observed the small ball of energy curiously.

"This should do..."

As Lucifer's fingers brushed against the small black orb, it trembled and quivered, before slowly beginning to morph and shift.

Shadows coalesced around it, swirling and twirling until they took on a humanoid form, tall and imposing, yet shrouded in darkness. The figure seemed to lack any discernible features, its form a silhouette against the fiery backdrop of Hell.

The figure made out of darkness seemed to have gained consciousness as it glanced around curiously.

"Little one, I have granted you a second chance of life from the pits of hell." 

The figure stirred, its form pulsating with an otherworldly energy as it absorbed Lucifer's words. Though it lacked a mouth, it seemed to convey understanding, a sense of acknowledgment rippling through the darkness that enshrouded it.

It then tilted it's head to the side, wondering why it was brought back to life.

Lucifer, ever perceptive, seemed to anticipate its thoughts as he continued to speak, his voice resonating with an air of authority.

"I will assign you the role of a reaper. This world is filled with sinners, some minor, others major. It has come to my attention that it's becoming overrun by existences that shouldn't even be allowed to walk amongst the living."

A faint smirk appeared upon Lucifer's lips as he continued to speak with disdain, "This simply shows how incompetent the system my father made truly is. Therefore, I have decided to take matters into my own hands. I will send a personal emissary of Hell to cleanse the Earth of these beings, and that is your purpose."

The dark figure seemed to be in a daze, as it absently nodded in understanding. 

Lucifer observed the figure's silent acceptance with amusement, "You have questions, I assume?" He remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "No matter, I'll indulge your curiosity."

The enigmatic figure hesitated for a moment, as if weighing its thoughts carefully. It gazed at Lucifer with an intensity that spoke volumes, despite its lack of words.

"Why choose me?" The figure seemed to ask, its form pulsating with a silent yearning for answers.

"Why indeed," Lucifer mused, his expression unreadable, "Perhaps it's your potential for darkness, your capacity for destruction. Or perhaps, it's simply because I find you amusing."

It seemed he had no intention on clarifying, as he continued.

"Well either way, no one cares, It's time for you to receive your powers." With a flick of his fingers, he conjured forth a surge of dark energy, enveloping the figure in an otherworldly glow.

"As promised," Lucifer declared, his voice resonating with power, "I shall grant you the ability to manipulate vectors, a power befitting a reaper of Hell, and a body that complements that power. You should be familiar with it."

The figure trembled as the dark energy coursed through its form, reshaping it into something new and powerful.

And as the transformation reached its climax, the figure emerged reborn, clad in the body of Satoru Gojo wearing his usual Sorcerer Uniform.

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"Well, this is certainly unexpected," Gojo remarked, his tone filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Never thought I'd be getting a makeover in Hell of all places. Not to mention as Satoru Gojo."

Lucifer chuckled softly, "Indeed, it's not your typical spa day," he replied, his voice laced with playfulness. "But I assure you, the results are quite... striking."

Gojo smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll take your word for it. So, Lord Lucifer, mind if I pick your brain for a bit?"

"By all means," he replied, his tone casual. "Ask away, Gojo. I'm feeling rather generous today."

With a nod of appreciation, Gojo leaned forward, his expression thoughtful. "Fair enough. So, what's the catch? I mean, I'm all for a second shot at life, but I'm guessing there's a price to pay, right?"

Lucifer leaned back in his throne, his gaze contemplative. "Their is no catch," he replied, "You will simply serve as my reaper. But if you do a good job, perhaps I'll consider it payment in full and grant you ultimate freedom."

Gojo's eyes narrowed slightly in understanding. "And what if I decide to go rogue? What if I don't follow your instructions?"

Lucifer seemed nonchalant as he answered, "Then you'll simply die and go to parts of hell you never knew about."

Gojo awkwardly laughed, changing the conversation, "Right, good to know. Anything else I should be aware of?"

"The necessary memories will remain intact," He said. "And once I send you to the World of the Living, information on how your abilities work will be implanted into your brain. So, don't worry too much."

Gojo nodded, then asked, "What if I get caught by God?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "My dad is probably already aware of the situation, but for now he won't do anything." He replied cryptically. 

"Enough chit chat," He declared, gesturing towards a swirling purple portal that materialized before them. "It's time for you to return to the World of the Living."

"We'll remain in contact," Lucifer continued, his voice echoing through the chamber. "For now, you can just relax and get accustomed to your new surroundings. However I will be observing, so if I don't see any results of the wicked entering my domain by your hands, your 2nd chance at life will be revoked."

Gojo gave a playful salute, a light smile playing on his lips, "Will do."

Lucifer simply watched in silence as Gojo approached the portal, and stepped through the swirling vortex, disappearing from view.

"Farewell, until we meet again."

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In another part of the universe, a purple portal blinked into existence in the quiet alleyway, as the night air seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy.

A few moments later, Gojo stepped out, a blindfold securely in place over his eyes.

Despite the covering, his gaze swept over the surroundings, taking in the dimly lit alleyway and the flickering streetlights beyond.

"So I'm not going to my old world? But rather the DC Universe?"

Gojo's mind buzzed with a flurry of information, assimilated from his encounter with Lucifer. The knowledge flooded his consciousness, ranging from the mechanics of his newfound ability, Vector Manipulation, to the intricacies of his brain having the capabilities of a Super Computer.

His bright blue eyes, hidden beneath the blindfold, pulsed with a mysterious energy - the Six Eyes, a customized version tailored specifically for him.

Unlike the Gojo from the Jujutsu Kaisen Verse, his eyes were meant to assist his Vector Manipulation.

His Six Eyes granted him unparalleled clarity, allowing him to perceive the magnitude and direction of every object within his line of senses. With a glance, he could discern the speed and force behind a moving car, or the subtle shifts in the air around him.

As curiosity welled within him, he decided to pick up one side of his blindfold, as a single blue eye peeked out.

And just as he assumed, the world look like a tapestry of moving atoms, each vector a thread in the grand design of existence. 

A flurry of dots would constantly zip past his vision, representing the atoms in the air, with the most prominent ones being Nitrogen, Oxygen, and Argon.

Moreover he could see the tightly packed spheres on the brick walls, which seemed to be the atoms that made up the bricks itself.

Clumps of varying energies also filled his view.

After observing his surroundings, in what seemed to be 4k Vision, he couldn't help but frown.

"What a troublesome ability..." 

Gojo could feel his mental stamina become slightly diminished, an unfamiliar feeling washing over him.

His eyes narrowed, as he came to a conclusion, 'I see, because my eyes are constantly working it automatically drains my mental stamina as long as their not blocked... Similar to the canon Gojo. I suppose this is why Lucifer gave me the blindfold.'

He then promptly released the blindfold, as his pupils were once again covered.

Yet, despite the physical cover, he knew he didn't need conventional sight. Utilizing the surrounding atoms, he possessed a form of 360-degree vision, extending over a considerable distance of hundreds of meters around him.

Focusing on his body from an outside perspective, he could see various things, but the things that most interested him currently, were these thin lines that extended from his body, aiming toward the ground

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Suddenly clapping his hands together, he smiled, "Bingo! If I'm correct, these should be Gravitational Lines!"

These rather basic lines, were a part of the complex system, the Gravitational Force of Earth.

'If that's the case, then I wonder if this will work...'

With an interesting idea in mind, he focused on a single line that was connected to his body, he imagined it raising upward, and an instant later, it slowly tilted skyward.

Gojo then noticed how his body felt lighter, as if a weight was released from his shoulders.

His smile widened with exhilaration as he willed the other gravitational lines to follow suit.

And as each line responded to his command, he rose upwards, his feet gradually lifting off the ground.

Hovering in mid-air, he felt a surge of freedom coursing through him, a sensation of liberation unlike any he had ever known.

"Haha! Now this is what I'm talking about!"

With each upward movement of the lines, Gojo ascended higher and higher into the sky. The world below seemed to shrink as he soared, the city lights twinkling like distant stars.

As his speed increased and he flew upwards at high speeds, he began to feel the effects of air resistance.

The rush of air against his body was rough, creating a sensation of pressure and turbulence. Fortunately, he found that his body was resilient enough to withstand the force of the rushing wind, but it was still an uncomfortable feeling.

Determined to mitigate the discomfort, he devised a solution, as he focused his concentration on the air molecules in his path.

And with a force of will, he commanded the molecules to part ways and decrease in density. Almost instantly, he felt the resistance lessen.

What was once a sharp gust of wind, transformed into a gentle, cool breeze, making his flight far more enjoyable.

Gojo's exhilaration was palpable as he reveled in the sensation of power coursing through him.

"This is incredible!" He exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and excitement. "I feel like I could conquer the world! No! Perhaps I could!"

But amidst his euphoria, a realization dawned upon Gojo: he was ascending too high, the distance between him and outer space was much closer than he liked.

With a quick adjustment of the gravitational lines, he willed himself to descend, guiding his trajectory downwards with careful precision.

As he gradually slowed his ascent, Gojo's figure came to a gentle stop, suspended amidst the clouds under the glistening moon.

With the gravitational lines now set to maintain a straight horizontal path, this allowed him to float serenely above the illuminated city of what seemed to be Gotham.

Gojo seemed content as his brain was filled with basic knowledge that correlates with vectors, but his application of the ability would still be limited by his own imagination, even with a Super Computer of a brain.

His thoughts wandered, as he finally realized his memory wasn't complete, as if pieces were missing.

Specifically, he couldn't remember his past life, not his family, or even his own name. The only thing that seemed to come to light was his interest in watching varying series of the DC Universe, among other popular things.

Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he could care less about whatever happened in his past life, stressing about it wasn't going to solve anything anyways.

Putting his palms together, a sinister smile then appeared on his lips, "Let's kick it up a notch..."