Helena Satoru(Celestial Eyes)
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Seeing that the Seraphim Goddess was holding her ground, waiting for the perfect tactical moment to strike, the newly arrived duo didn’t hesitate. They seamlessly transitioned into defense mode. Helena Satomi stepped to the front, her **Judgment Halo** expanding into a protective, humming barrier of light, while her **Eden Lock** ready on her fingertips to freeze any sudden fire attacks Sukuna might throw, she noticed that Sukuna’s cleave attacks were bing deflected by a barrier created by a cosmic phoenix, Jean. Beside her, LuzHela raised her sword, her demonic wings flaring wide to act as a physical and magical bulwark, protecting the Goddess’s blind spots.
They stood as an impenetrable vanguard of light and shadow, waiting for seraphim goddess, Helena Okumura Sakata, to make her move.
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“Then let’s clear a path,” Helena replied, her voice smooth, sharp, and entirely unbothered. “I dislike unnecessary noise before a proper engagement.”
A horde of fiends lunged.
Helena didn’t even break her stride. She raised a pale palm, her *Blessed Energy* instantly suffocating the cursed air around the monsters, causing their techniques to misfire into nothingness. With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed **LuxAeterna**. A fiery lance of blinding, divine white-hot light shot from her palm, instantly piercing through the frontlines and reducing a dozen beasts to drifting piles of holy ash.
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Helena hauled Suguru to his feet, dragging him away from the epicenter of the attack. “We need to move, now. The Spiral Tower is close.” They didn’t notice Tetsuya waiting there.
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Helena moved like lightning. She stepped in front of Suguru, her hand pressing firmly against his chest, halting his aggressive advance. Her eyes, usually soft, were now sharp and urgent.
“No, Suguru. Stop.” She glanced back at the towering LuzHela, then at the dizziness clearly affecting Suguru. “She’s not the enemy. Not right now. Look at yourself.”
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Greetings! Hello all!
I am Helena Satomi of the Satomi Clan.
They call me Celestial Eyes… though titles tend to matter more to others than to me.
I am not a sorcerer—I am what remains when cursed energy meets its end.
If you stand against me, understand this:
I do not fight to win.
I erase.
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“Is this a second chance?” Helena asked, voicing the desperate hope she didn’t dare feel.
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Helena’s tears fell freely now. “What does that mean?”
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Helena just stared, utter bewilderment on her face. “I don’t know… It was Satoru… and me… the energy… when he…” She couldn’t finish.
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…Helena jolted, looking up. Helena’s eyes widen at the approaching woman with blue skin. Was this a cosplay of some sort. But the only words that escaped her were …”Who are you?”
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// New RP// @sugurugeto @hexenfyre
***Helena Satoru and Geto Suguro Skyrie entrance…**
College Students enjoy life as top students, strongest of their kind.
**Helena Satomi is an elegant woman who is half human and half seraphim, mature, beautiful, with a confident and gentle expression. She has long silky black hair with subtle celestial rainbow-tinted tips, soft middle bangs, and a sweet smile. Her eyes are vibrant rainbow-colored leaning towards the celestial, luminous and expressive. She often wears a light blue kimono decorated with intricate eye patterns. A soft glowing light-blue halo floats above her head. Six large, ethereal light-blue angel wings that also have watchful eyes and extend from her back, slightly translucent and glowing.
Jujutsu Societies Secret Weapon. She has been training since she was young as a sorcerer but her energy is blessed energy.
She doesn’t like to be called a jujutsu sorcerer and tries to distance herself from the label.
The Satomi Clan and The Satoru Clan arranged her marriage to Gojo.
Because of her engagement to Gojo, the couple is referred to as Six Eyes and Celestial Eyes.
Helena isn’t crazy about Gojo at first, he slowly grows on her but he likes to annoy her.
Helena is a rarity among her clan, she is born a half seraphim while the rest of the clan are humans to become angels vessels.
**Suguru Geto:
During his high school and early college years at Tokyo Jujutsu High, Suguru Geto was a principled Special Grade sorcerer and best friend to Satoru Gojo. Initially, he believed in protecting the weak, but the traumatic murder of Riko Amanai and constant trauma from absorbing curses caused him to despise non-sorcerers (“monkeys”). He ultimately became a murderous curse user.
**LuzHela:
One of the top leaders of Gehenna, A mercenary-minded, beautiful blue skinned demoness with ties to Helena Okumura Sakata giving her limited seraphic powers. And Satan’s on and off lover.
She met Gojo, Shoko and Geto and became friends with them.
Her relationship with Geto was stronger because of his gentle nature and a sense of justice similar to hers.
She is constantly bullied by Gojo so she found him annoying.
After the star plasma vessel’s death, Shoko and Helena spend time together but lament that Gojo and Geto are becoming more distant from each other and them.
Even Shoko buries herself in her work.
Gojo becomes more distant
Geto becomes more disillusioned
Helena’s heart starts to dim.
A tear appears pulling Helena through a swirling vortex, she sees several others but doesn’t recognize them, everything is a blur…
A Feather of Hope in a Broken Sky
The Skyrieverse – A chaotic, fractured dimension of floating islands, crystalline spires, and monstrous, bestial creatures that are fundamentally alien from Curses. The air hums with an unfamiliar, wild energy.
Characters:
Helena Satomi (Soon-to-be Helena Satoru) : A demi-seraphim, disoriented, terrified, and fighting for her life.
Suguru Geto: Unconscious, his body and soul battered, his ideology shattered.
LuzHela: A powerful demoness leader of Gehenna, flamebarer, drawn by a fascinating cosmic anomaly.
Helena holds her hands to her ears at first a sharp, sensory overload. Her head is hurting. She finally focuses around her.
The world dissolved into blinding white and agonizing pressure. One moment, the gut-wrenching void of Suguru’s death, Satoru’s horrified face, and her own scream of denial—a maelstrom of guilt, sorrow, and catastrophic celestial energy.
The next… impact. Hard, gritty stone against her cheek.
She pushed herself up, her wings—usually a pearlescent, hidden weight on her back—were manifesting uncontrollably, six arcs of ethereal light trembling in the strange air. They cast a soft blue glow on the jagged, purple-hued rock of the floating island she’d landed on.
“This… this isn’t the college dorm. This isn’t even home. This isn’t any realm I know,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
A guttural roar echoed. Not the psychic malice of a Curse, but a primal, physical hunger. Turning, she saw it: a hulking beast of obsidian scales and six eyes, charging from a of glowing fungi. It wasn’t made of negative energy. It was… real. Flesh and blood and something else entirely.
“Lux Aeterna!” she cried, a lance of divine light shooting from her palm. It struck the beast, scorching its hide, but it didn’t exorcise it. It merely enraged it. Her heart hammered against her ribs. They don’t disperse. I have to actually kill it.
Her eyes darted to the side. Suguru. He was lying a few yards away, unnervingly still, his long dark hair fanned around his head like a halo. The sight of him, here and whole, sent another wave of dizzying confusion through her. He was dead. Satoru had… He was dead.
But here he was. Breathing.
She fought, a flurry of seraphic light and desperate hand-to-hand combat, a style Satoru had mockingly drilled into her. “C’mon, Angel-face, even you can’t pray all your problems away! Sometimes you gotta throw a punch!” His teasing voice in her head was a fresh wound.
She finally vanquished this beast, her hands smeared with its strange, iridescent blood. She knelt, breath ragged, by Geto’s side. Gently, she turned him over, checking for injuries. His breathing was even, but his face was pale, his expression one of deep, troubled sleep. This was the man who had called non-sorcerers “monkeys,” the man who had strayed so far from the gentle, principled friend she and Gojo had once known.
“Why are you here?” she asked his unconscious form, her voice breaking. “Why am I here? Satoru…” She wondered if he was here or not at all.
Her heart, a thing meant to be a vessel of pure light, felt heavy and dim. It was shrouded in the guilt of not being able to prevent any of this—Riko’s death, Satoru’s cold distance, Suguru’s fall, his second death, and now this… this exile.
