The Sorcerer and The Judge
Gojo woke up on the soft ground. He couldn't remember anything or where he was. His blindfold had been lost, but his sapphire eyes shone brightly even in the evening redness of the west.
He dusted himself and began looking for anything that would give him a clue to his whereabouts, and then he heard it: a loud sound that resembled a shot from a cannon. He quickly went to where the sound was heard and saw two large groups battling each other with looked like the 1860s, including the clothes and weaponry. It still didn't jog his memory. How could he have been transported to the mid-19th century?
He watched the battle, and the Union soldiers won, destroying the bridge and driving away the Confederates. Gojo moved closer and took some soldier clothes he found so he could blend in. He smelled death, but it didn't come from the corpses of the fallen soldiers but strangely enough from a man.
There stood a large 7-foot-tall albino with hands and feet smaller than the rest of his body, and he didn't have a single hair on his body. Gojo listened to him carefully; the man seemed to radiate a strange aura. The man, as he would soon find out, is named Judge Holden, and the judge convinced the entire group of soldiers that one of them was a traitor working for the Confederacy, despite lacking any major evidence. The crowd blindly followed him and executed the soldier. Whoever this man is, he certainly got Gojo interested, if only for a little while.
The judge put his hands in his pockets and sat on a rock as if he was waiting for someone and then looked at Gojo, smiling. It was a sinister smile disguised as a friendly one. Gojo smirked and walked towards him.
"Hot, isn't it?" Gojo remarked.
"It is," replied the judge.
"Are you waiting for somebody?"
The judge gave a soft chuckle. "Anyone."
"Well, make yourself interesting then!" Gojo grinned.
Gojo's eyes shone brightly, so much so that people would usually look away, but the judge did not flinch.
"Aren't you afraid of dying? This is quite a dangerous place," asked Gojo.
"No, I am not," replied the judge in a monotone way.
Gojo was surprised; his grin faded. "Hmm? Are you not scared at all? Why are you not afraid of war?"
"And why should I be?" replied the judge.
"Why aren't you?"
"Because a man may die, but his glory lives on forever. A man's death is a small thing compared to the memory of his valor."
Gojo was impressed; finally, he met someone who could at least match him in his way of thinking.
"Judge Holden, I'm impressed by you. Your attitude and philosophy are admirable. Most people would have already panicked by now or desperately trying to flee to save their lives. But you are different. I'm curious, do you have any ambitions?"
"I seek the glory that comes with the deeds of valor. I seek power, victory, and honor. And the knowledge of all things that ever were and ever shall be. That is my ambition."
Gojo was impressed, just a little, though he still knew that this man had a dark secret.
"So what is that in your pockets?" Gojo asked.
The judge grinned and pulled out a couple of necklaces that contained human ears, teeth, and skin. Gojo was disgusted.
"I work for the Glanton gang and scalp hunters for hire. We hunt down Indians and take their scalps and sell them to the tanneries. I am also involved in other activities that require a certain amount of resilience," the judge admitted casually.
"Are you serious? You scalp the Indians for a living? You know, I thought you were a righteous man of honor because I like your words about bravery and glory. I'm disappointed..."
"Righteousness and honor are things for boys. A man should not be ashamed of doing what is required in this world if he wishes to survive and be respected." At this Gojo scoffed
"You're clearly not from this world," the judge replied.
"And why do you say that?" gojo raised an eyebrow and made a half grin.
"Because whatever exists without my knowledge exists without my consent."
Gojo smirked and said "In all the heavens and earth, I Alone Am The Honored One."
He then grabbed the judge's head and ripped it off his shoulders. He threw it and walked away; he had wasted enough time and had to figure out how he got here.
Just before he took a step, he couldn't move nor breathe; a dark aura gripped him, one that made his skin crawl. It was as if death itself had appeared; the fear Gojo felt is indescribable. He never felt this before, not even when Toji almost ended him all those years before.
Gojo was used to sending this level of fear on others, but he had never experienced it himself. He was able to turn around slightly, and his eyes widened at what he saw: from the judge's flesh came large black wings, and then his whole body ruptured and revealed the dark shape. All that Gojo could mutter was "Dear God."