Santa Gojo Novels & Stories

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. "Good," she said, squeezing my hand. "Now let's go meet your buyer." The walk to the signing room felt like walking to my own execution. Each step echoed too loudly in the quiet hallway. Each breath felt like it might be my last. Cynthia opened the door, gestured for me to enter, and then quietly closed it behind me. The room was dimly lit, intimate in a way that made my skin prickle with awareness. And there, standing by the window with his back to me, was the man in the Santa jacket.

He had some beads on his arms and He was barefooted. "How dare you stand on your feet in my shrine. Bow down mortal" The matured man voice roared through out the shrine making the ground shake vigorously. "Who are you?" Zeus asked wondering why the axe went to the guy's hand. "Sango god of thunder." he replied with pride. "Fuck" Zeus mumbled now knowing why he couldn't control the axe any longer. That's the real owner. "How dare you steal the axe from my shrine?" Sango asked with anger.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”