(Cafune)<br/><br/>She looked as though she might collapse and crumble in on herself if he stared at her any harder than he was. Did Judas care? Not quite, if anything this amused him, but the impatience never wavered in his eyes as he watched her begin to undress herself as he had asked her to.<i>So, she isn't a complete fool. </i><br/><br/>Rolling his sleeves up past his elbows, Judas' gaze never once lifted from her. He took in every movement, every tick of her alignments. The way that her fingers glided down her shoulders, or how her dress fell around her hour-glass figure. In the dress she was wearing, he could have mistaken her for being a plain-jane, but he was surprised to find that she had curves he could physically trace with his hands.<br/><br/>Once she was completely unclothed before him, Judas had found his way in front of her. Naturally, a mans eyes would wander on a woman, but that wasn't Judas' goal. He wasn't like most men. He knew that the true intellect was swimming behind her eyes. In her soul.<br/><br/>Lips parting ever so slightly, Judas placed his index finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes met hers in clouded judgement and then, all at once, any emotion that once kissed his face was gone, falling down a drain that led to the unknown parts of his mind. He dropped his hand and brought her towards the tub, letting her step inside.<br/><br/>The blue bubbles would engulf her body, trapping her in an intoxicating feeling. It should keep her mind busy enough for his ceremony to go on without him having to worry about her getting herself in trouble. He could only imagine the amount of anger that would rise within him. Judas was the type to show people their place and use violence to establish his dominance over another. It often worked, but lately, the other demons have talked. About how human he was, how he was so different and somehow still a King Demon. Many despised Judas, wanted him dead, wanted him thrown into Purgatory, never to be seen again.<br/><br/>Judas' lips curled into the faintest smirk. As though someone could possibly take him down form his throne. He was a demon, maybe not the same as the others, but he was a monster nonetheless and he brought more than fear to many. That was how he was meant to live.<br/><br/>When Judas realized he was being sucked into his own reverie, he blinked the images away and sat down on the outside of the tub, eyes washing over Justine as he waited for the chemicals to wash over her fragile figure.<br/><br/>"You'll feel a bit drunk after this bath, don't be alarmed. It does not last." this was all he said as he dipped his fingers into the water. The chemicals didn't work on Judas, but they were able to sooth him at the very least.<br/><br/>Why Judas' body reacted so differently from most demons was because he was not a full demon. He was once human, like his mother. She would read to him as a boy, every night about the beauty and the beast. How the beast was cursed and forced to live a dark and lonely life, how he hated all and would become furious over the simplest mistakes and then a beautiful young girl comes along to tame the beast and they fall in love, turning the beast back into the man he once was.<br/><br/>Judas was too young then to realize that he became the beast. The tragic part? Fairy Tales were false and the beast in this story did not feel sympathy, he felt anger. He felt betrayal. He could still see the look in his mothers eyes as she watched her only son transform before her eyes into a serial-killing monster.<br/><br/>Romance would always be the cure to all battles. True loves kiss, family, but when all of that is gone, where do you turn to? Yourself. Judas had himself and that was all that he needed to live his life in Hell. There was no other option more reliable to him and it had worked thus far. He got all that he desired and at the end of the day, he still had himself.<br/><br/>Beasts were not built to be loved, after all.