Angra Avesta(JJK/Isekai Crossover)-2

Kamo Noritoshi huh… I guess it was supposed to around the years when Kenjaku was running around as a member of the Kamo clan and having cursed spirits mate with a human woman.

Which meant that there was something around a hundred to hundred and fifty years before the old stitch head took some back shots and started the clusterfuck that was the Jujutsu Kaisen canon. Ironic, considering what he did to Cursed Paintings' mother; what goes around comes around I guess.

Still, this at least explained why I hadn't heard from the stitched bastard for over a decade. I had been wondering why things were so peaceful lately... and boring. Fuck, I must have gone senile after two hundred years if I was actually missing that maniac.

Almost three centuries, that's how long have been since I had found myself in this world of curses.

I still remembered being the scared guy who screamed at the top of his lungs as horrific memories that did not belong to him started to appear in his head. Memories of torture, of depravity, of sin.

Memories of curses.

It took me a while before I realized that the memories belonged to the nameless village boy that was sacrificed to become all the evils of the world. Avenger class servant, Angra Mainyuu.

Later on I also realized that I was in the world of Jujutsu Kaisen after a close encounter with a cursed spirit. It was a very ugly thing with two heads, goat horns, thick eyebrows and a beaks. To this day I have no idea what kind of fear spawned something like that.

Even later later on, I ended up killing my first Jujutsu sorcerer; some nerd called Tomoyashi, who had a cursed technique that could make fire. A day after that, I ended up creating fire out of nothing.

To this day I am not sure if that was some sort of aspect of my cursed technique or some sort of Authority of Angra Mainyuu As a deity of curses. Likely the latter considering what my original cursed technique did.

Back at my adventures, my killing of Tomoyashi was not something the rest of the Jujutsu society took kindly to, turns out there were important clans other than the three big clans and Tomoyashi was the heir of one such clan. So they sent some of their stronger sorcerers after me, I think you guys can figure out how that went.

It was like a loop. I would kill a guy, obtain their cursed technique, the Jujutsu higher ups would send someone else after me for killing one of their men and I would kill that guy too. Rinse and repeat.

My little so called 'murder spree' also had a side effect of the people of Japan giving me a new name.

Akuya no Shiboku. The death divination of evil night. And from there, I took my own name. Yaboku.

A part of my mind had been screaming at him that the name was familiar but I honestly couldn't figure out why.

My legend went around for a while before things ended up being dull. I couldn't help but think that I woke up in the wrong era. I was born right around the time Hajime Kashimo and Ishigori Ryu were no longer on this world, already accepting Kenjaku's offer to become cursed objects.

Which meant I was stuck in a time period of weaklings that would continue until the birth of Gojo Satoru.

Sometimes it just felt like torture. I didn't think that I was weak, there were none who could touch me in this era. But could I actually call myself strong for standing on top of an era of weaklings.

Was I akin to Gojo Satoru, who could give Sukuna the fight of his life? Or was I Ishigori, whom Sukuna turned into sashimi within seconds?

It was times like this, I thought about saying fuck it and actually let the stitched bastard turn me into a cursed object; even though I knew the bastard wanted a chance to put his brain into my body.

"You seem depressed." I instantly jumped back as I heard the voice, coming from an old man that was dressed in a western fashion with red eyes and an unkempt beard.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to understand how exactly this man had managed to sneak up on me.

"Quite hostile too, is it because of Angra Mainyuu's essence? Or is it just a case of you being that type of a guy?"

"How do you know that?!" I yelled, drawing my katana from my pocket dimension cursed technique, ready to attack any moment.

"Now now, there is no need to be so mad." The old man said as he raised his hands in surrender.

"Let's just introduce ourselves, my name is Zelretch. Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg." And then all of my thoughts stopped.

I knew this man. No, I knew of this man. The man that had once battled against Brunestud of the Crimson Moon. The Ultimate One of the Moon that had responded to Gaia's call for help in order to massacre the human race. Yet this man before me had been the one to defeat that monster, a man that held the power to push the moon itself back when Brunestud had tried to use it as a projectile in their battle. This woman was…

"The Kaleidoscope." The words instinctively left my mouth. The title of the man before me, given in the honor of the True Magic he had mastered.

"Oh, you know me? Well that makes things easier." The master of the Second Magic said with a smile as he walked towards me. "So I'll be blunt. Your little connection with that Angry Mango? My fault, sorry about that. Also, you are kind of a ticking time bomb that will more than likely cause the end of this world so I kinda need to send you to another world. You ok with that?"

"…what?"

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