(Cafune)<br/><br/>His footfalls echoed down the hall like dead-weights, the only thing he could hear until a thud entered his ears. He stopped dead in his tracks, his head turning ever so slightly to the side as he listened for more noises to come. When there was none, a part of Judas wanted to turn around and catch the girl in whatever act she was going for, but he had things to do and he could barely be worried about the girl actually getting away by any means. She was either going to be too frightened to move, or she would look and look only to come up empty handed. There was no escape, even if she was to leave the mansion itself. She'd run straight into the forests of the dead, and limbo demons would take hold of her mind, driving her absolutely mad after three days of being haunted by them. She'd commit suicide before getting out of Hell. Tragic.<br/><br/>Judas continued down through two more halls until he felt the presence of another. A dark presence.<br/><br/>"You're early." Judas retorted.<br/><br/>"Or you're just late." Odius spoke, his voice was deep and gravelly, often being used to yell at servants or anyone else that annoyed him.<br/><br/>"I'm never late," Judas insisted sternly. It was true. He was never late to anything - at least not yet.<br/><br/>"Son, if there is one thing that you should take to your grave, let it be that I am always correct." Judas' father had white, aged hair. His eyes were dark as coal, but they didn't stop at just two, there were several that crept near his widows-peak, all blinking simultaneously at him. They were completely black, no white to be found in the depths of them. They were like pools of pure ink.<br/><br/>"Father, can we just get this over with. I have much to attend to." was all he could form as a response as he began undoing his tie. His fingers wrapped the satin material up tightly as he set the tie inside of his pocket, beginning to unbutton his shirt from top to bottom. One it was open, his back remained facing his father who had gone towards the fireplace that crackled through the night silently. The sound that once soothed Judas, was now bringing sweat to his brow. One glance showed Judas that Odius had taken the fire-poker, suffocating it in the flames until it was glowing a powerful orange fury.<br/><br/>Judas' jaw ticked with anticipation and he was sliding his shirt off, revealing years-worth of scars and whip marks that layered the skin. This had been going on for far too long, but it was the only thing that reminded him of what he truly was. He didn't have the same demonic features as the rest of the demons. He knew why too, but Odius refused to let it stop him from being the monster he'd always hoped for.<br/><br/>Grabbing onto his shirt, Judas wrapped it up on itself and put the fabric between his teeth to keep his yells muffled as well as keeping his teeth from breaking under the pressure of his bite. Once this action was done, Odius took no time to start the process, the metal was slammed against Judas' back, causing him to arch in pain, a growl ripping out of his throat, into the shirt. He couldn't believe the pain still felt so hysterical after all these years of the same thing. Shutting his eyes, tightly, another slam to the back, his skin curled in on itself, sizzling beneath the fire-hot metal against it. He could feel blood trickle down his skin, soaking into the hem of his pants.<br/><br/>"Let him out, Judas!" Odius snapped, swinging his arm once again, the metal was no longer hot, but instead just being used as a whip. A growl rippled out of Judas in response, fangs sliding from his gums painfully, his eyes flooded with black and his fingertips began turning black like coal, slowly the black color crawled its way up his arms, making his veins turn just as dark. Judas dropped to his knees and Odius laughed behind him, dropping the poker. "Yes." Odius whispered. "This is who you are, Judas."<br/><br/>Judas could hear Odius walking out of the room, still smiling triumphantly at his success. Judas could feel the hunger for violence take over his mind, but all he could picture was the first day he'd ever turned on his mother when he was a boy. Judas placed his face in his hands before he reached out and stuck his hand within the fire. He yelled out in pain and ripped his hand free, dropping to the ground. Slowly, Judas was beginning to learn how to control the demon within him - very slowly. His eyes returned to normal an the black started to fade, but pain rippled across his back like someone had just stabbed him over and over. He could feel his hands shaking with anger and pain. He closed his eyes as blood puddled around him, he would heal, but sleeping was his only escape from the current pain.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Morning came faster than Judas had thought it would. He woke up in his empty study, the fire had died down, but he remained where he had passed out in a puddle of now dry blood. Sitting up, Judas reached back, they turned to scars. Normally demons would heal completely - no scar at all, but not Judas. Judas was different. Pursing his lips, Judas shoved himself up to his feet, raking blood stained hands through is white hair as he threw his shirt into the garbage, walking out and down the hall. He was quick to get to his room and shower away the remains of the night, changing into a fresh set of clothes. He wore a completely black suit with a crimson silk tie.<br/><br/>Judas had just gotten into the hall where he ran into Ms. Elsworth pushing a cart full of things. She was headed towards the humans room surely, so he followed close behind. Ms. Elsworth and Judas had quiet a past, but they rarely shared it with anyone. It was... complicated.<br/><br/>Ms. Elsworth raised her hand to knock on the girls door, but Judas wasn't one for politeness. He pushed the door open and found his eyes landing on the girl who seemed to get herself into a bit of a mess. His jaw ticked with slight irritation towards her, but Ms. Elsworth quickly cut in, pushing her cart towards the girls bed, placing a pink drink beside her on the bedside table. Ms. Elsworth leaned forward and whispered to her.<br/><br/>"The drink keeps you from getting impregnated and too cold. Please drink it." she glanced towards Judas who stood in the door, arms crossed as he watched with the faintest amount of amusement in his dead gaze.