(Cafune)<br/><br/>Humans were one of the weakest forms of a being. They were easily manipulated, convinced, and dominated. There were too many passages that were open in the human mind. They thought about things romantically, they believed to a certain extent and never any further - some being more dense than others. They were the rag-dolls on the food-chain, so why keep one for himself? That was to be determined, but never aloud.<br/><br/>Just letting his cold gaze settled upon her skin felt like a form of destruction towards her, she looked like she was made of glass, but then he met her eyes for the split second that she gave him the chance. There was a spark in her eyes that couldn't be named. It was suddenly that all thoughts ceased within Judas' mind in an instant, and just like that, any sort of sympathy he could have had for the girl evaporated. He could smell the fear radiating off her body, her heart like a war drum in her chest. He could practically see her pulse push against her skin - scared like a deer in the headlights.<br/><br/>And all he could feel was anger bubbling beneath his skin. This had become a recurring problem for Judas throughout the years. His anger often got the best of him, controlling not only his words, but his actions and his lifestyle. His father was to thank for that.<br/><br/>Instead of worrying about how scared the girl looked, he could only focus on the other things he was picking up, especially with his hearing. As though he couldn't possibly hear the faint scratch of her grabbing hold of her quill pen for dear life. As though it could possibly be used as a weapon against him. A demon.<br/><br/>"Are all humans as stupid as you?" his voice was no longer modulated, but instead it was guttural and rough. He could barely keep the words from shaking beneath the anger that his tongue had drowned in. He didn't wait for her response as he crossed the room towards the bed she sat on. Once he was close enough, it only took a matter of seconds before Judas had ripped her hand out from beneath the blankets, pressing the sharpest point of her pen to his chest, right where his heart would be. His eyes glued onto hers, black with fury.<br/><br/>"You think you can kill me?" there was a smile that tugged the corner of his mouth up into a sly smirk of disbelief, but his eyes held the same psychotic look they always did when he got this way. When he refused to control himself. He wasn't always this way. He used to be normal. He used to be human - at least he could come off as a human, but then he was corrupted and what better way to live your miserable life than to make others just as miserable too? After centuries of living in Hell, it truly did change a person. Ruling it was a different story completely. His hand must have been hurting her skin, he was holding it so tightly, the pen had poked a hole through his suit shirt.<br/><br/>Judas threw the pen against the wall, shattering it, and stood back up straight, brushing off his suit as though it had been tarnished by her touch.<br/><br/>"These will be your new living quarters, you do not leave this room, you do not touch anything within the mansion, and you do not open that door unless instructed to by myself. Am I clear, or shall I demonstrate what happens when you disobey me?" part of Judas wanted her to try something, he wanted to let his anger out on her, but then another part tugged on him to leave the room before it could happen. Did he truly care? No. She was his property now and he wasn't about to explain himself to anyone who had a problem with it.