(Cafune)<br/><br/>Once in the hallway, candles ignited the corridor in warm licks of light. They created a shadow over half of the demons face as he pressed his back against the door, eyes closing as he fought against himself and his desire to kill. It was similar to drug-addiction. His anger fed his demon and it roared in defeat anytime he suppressed it from doing as it wished, but part of him was still human. It had ambition and a map to follow, unlike the demon within him that was well over-starved and impatient.<br/><br/>Pushing off the door, he began down the hall. The corridor ended in a split where you would either go left or right. He took a left and continued down the hall until he reached a set of spiraling stairs that led down into the main entrance hall where large mahogany doors stood tall. At the bottom of the steps, more lights shined brightly here and chandeliers hung from the high-vaulted ceilings, shimmering pure glass.<br/><br/>In front of the doors stood Judas' butler, Hans. Han's tongue was cut out, causing him to be unable to speak, though he was still purely a demon. He had deep blue skin and lime-green oculars which looked permanently bored by everything, though he was extremely obedient as his servant, letting in guests as they came in their carriages one-by-one. Soon enough, the cooks began preparing bloody-champagne glasses and silver platters.<br/><br/>If one continued forward from the entrance doors, they would soon be met by another large door and the option to go left down a hall or right down a hall. The large door was swung open and held that way, letting guests know where to head - which was straight into the vast and opulent ballroom which was beginning to grow full of hungry demons, some higher class than others.<br/><br/>Judas walked through the ballroom door, he could hear nothing but excited guests speaking to one another in their native tongue, sipping from their glasses as they waited for dessert to be served.<br/><br/>Just then, through the door came a sauntering woman in heels that could kill a man if used correctly. She wore an exposing dress, her leg sticking out of it, showing off her smooth skin, but it wasn't enough to distract from her tail and bat-ears, although her eyes were tempting and beautiful, he would never be able to truly love this woman - or any woman for that matter. It didn't matter though, this was his wife-to-be and it didn't matter what they wanted.<br/><br/>The woman found her way to Judas' side with a glass of blood in hand, her free hand slipped into Judas' suit opening, sliding down his chest seductively. Her eyes batted playfully up at him and he simply stared at her in response, hand slipped into his pockets as he was unphased by Kierra.<br/><br/>"Judas, smile would you, we have a reputation to uphold, darling." she hissed, a saucy smile pulling on her blood-red lips. She slid her hand down against his groin, purposely brushing herself against him as she planted a kiss on his cheek and turned to speak to someone else. Judas brought a hand up and wiped the lipstick off his face, walking off to gather a drink for himself in the meantime. Kierra was just for show, he wasn't too worried about what she wanted, he was the one with the power, if she was smart she would watch herself.<br/><br/>"Judy, I came back at the right time, do I get a prize for submission? Or does that turn you on in itself?" a low voice chuckled. It was Auden once more, the demon met Judas at his side, grabbing a passing glass of blood from one of the kitchen servants. Judas ignored Auden's antagonizing tone, but that didn't stop him. "You know we all saw you take in that girl and as far as I know, she's still in the vicinity. Why isn't she dead yet?"<br/><br/>He finally popped the question everyone was thinking, but in all honesty, Judas couldn't answer his question, and due to that knowledge, he did just that. Said nothing about it.<br/><br/>"I have hosting to attend to, make yourself comfortable, Auden." he muttered coolly, exiting his presence swiftly. Pushing past people, he found his assigned table and grabbed an empty glass and silverware. "Attention everyone, thank you all for coming, it is greatly appreciated. As many of you know, this ceremony is very special and only happens every couple of years in celebration of our human auction and all that we have become over the years. We may be demons, but we did not choose this, no, and if we were given the choice, have trust in me that I would not choose differently for myself." he cheered and many began cooing in celebration. He couldn't believe the fake tone he put on for his people, or the lies he told to help remove from his conscious that none of these demons believed that Judas was adequate to be ruling in hell, half of them didn't believe he was truly a demon at all - no that they could be blamed for such assumptions. "I hope you all enjoy tonight's gift to you," he concluded and bells began chiming all around, informing people of the upcoming event.<br/><br/>Servants began entering the ballroom one by one. Each held onto a struggling human whom had bound hands and a black bag over their heads. They began lining up at the front of the ballroom, each servant standing behind their human. As the finally bell chimed, they ripped the bags off of each persons head, revealing their horrified faces.<br/><br/>"Let the feast begin," Judas whispered, watching the hunger in each demons eyes grow vividly.