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moritat2015-04-06 03:47 am
thirtybits) wrote in moritat2015-04-06 03:47 am
Each AU why not
[Judas is actually the biggest of all losers. Rather than try to learn magic or climb the ranks, he's moved out to the countryside to work on a farm outside Treun. And maybe do some rabble rousing and charity work.]
Farm
Hey! Yeah, you, I see you!
[It's dark and someone's stumbled into his field. Either he's worried his crops will be trampled, or stolen. Both? Either way, scrawny, sickly, 5'2" Judas is marching out there, full of purpose, he'll fight to defend his crops, they're for the natives in need!! Strange how his work clothes are distinctly not appropriate to the area, more like something out of ancient Rome - ancient Judea, actually. But what shardbearer in his right mind would be working a field, right?]
Protest
[Might as well get both things he's good at in! There's a rally being held in the square, full of Drabwurld natives as it's largely anti-shardbearer. But there's sentiment against the courts as well - after all, they're the ones who are bringing the shardbearers in to mess up their home, and the war is not helping that either. They're not given defence against roaming raiders and hostile soldiers, or shardbearers doing whatever they please.
And who's in the centre of the crowd giving a speech full of those sentiments? Obviously it's Judas. There's some jeering from some members of the crowd over the fact that he himself is a shardbearer, and in the end when he leaves, it almost seems that he's been run out. He sighs heavily, flopping down on the stone street, back against a wall. He pulls the over layer of his robes off, balls it up, and throws it to the ground.]
Station or castle library
[He comes here solely for the sake of maths. Looking for books of tough problems to solve, maybe something accounting related if he's lucky, but anything will do. He just likes numbers. And frankly, it's absurd how quickly he goes through any material he pulls out. But it's a rare time of excitement and honest happiness.
Please be a nerd with him. (Or maybe make fun of the nerd, that would make sense too.)]
[or make up something else. I'm also down with doing crau from Box/Forest flavour so let me know if that's the way you want it, otherwise it's a fresh start]
Farm
Hey! Yeah, you, I see you!
[It's dark and someone's stumbled into his field. Either he's worried his crops will be trampled, or stolen. Both? Either way, scrawny, sickly, 5'2" Judas is marching out there, full of purpose, he'll fight to defend his crops, they're for the natives in need!! Strange how his work clothes are distinctly not appropriate to the area, more like something out of ancient Rome - ancient Judea, actually. But what shardbearer in his right mind would be working a field, right?]
Protest
[Might as well get both things he's good at in! There's a rally being held in the square, full of Drabwurld natives as it's largely anti-shardbearer. But there's sentiment against the courts as well - after all, they're the ones who are bringing the shardbearers in to mess up their home, and the war is not helping that either. They're not given defence against roaming raiders and hostile soldiers, or shardbearers doing whatever they please.
And who's in the centre of the crowd giving a speech full of those sentiments? Obviously it's Judas. There's some jeering from some members of the crowd over the fact that he himself is a shardbearer, and in the end when he leaves, it almost seems that he's been run out. He sighs heavily, flopping down on the stone street, back against a wall. He pulls the over layer of his robes off, balls it up, and throws it to the ground.]
Station or castle library
[He comes here solely for the sake of maths. Looking for books of tough problems to solve, maybe something accounting related if he's lucky, but anything will do. He just likes numbers. And frankly, it's absurd how quickly he goes through any material he pulls out. But it's a rare time of excitement and honest happiness.
Please be a nerd with him. (Or maybe make fun of the nerd, that would make sense too.)]
[or make up something else. I'm also down with doing crau from Box/Forest flavour so let me know if that's the way you want it, otherwise it's a fresh start]
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...Because I shouldn't be allowed to speak to you.
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He can figure why rather easily, but Judas has his interest now because of it.]
I don't think that's a decision you get to make, but I'll humor you...why?
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Because I killed him. I'm supposed to be tortured by demons, not talking to angels.
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But lay your concerns to rest, for I cast off the title of Angel a long time ago.
I am he whose light shines brighter than any other. The radiant son of dawn and prince of the world.
Surely you know my name - so speak it now, and understand.
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His eyes widen, he slowly pushes himself up the wall, palms pressed against it, shaking. He hardly sees what's before him, just a memory of being chewed and clawed. His answer is hardly more than a breath once he manages it.]
--Lucifer
wait I wanted to add more, don't judge me 2/2 now
But he doesn't take his back from the protection of the wall against it. Teeth and nails shredding his back, devouring him for centuries, millennia. Until there's no skin or muscle left to shred, only bone to slowly cut into and break. And then to start all over again. He doesn't want his back exposed to the devil again, he doesn't want to spend eternity in the beast's jaws.
Or does he? Heaven was a mistake. He shouldn't have left Cocytus. It's where he belongs.]
...D-do you know who I am, then?
[It occurs to him this Lucifer might not after all. If they come from different worlds and he looks different from the Lucifer Judas remembers, then maybe the Judas of that world is different too.]