(Cafune)<br/><br/>Something many didn't know was the preciseness of ones heartbeat. Each had their own song, dancing to its desired rhythm. Justine's heart sang a sad song, one that skipped each beat and clutched each note into every pulse. It screamed for mercy. As for Judas', it was barely audible, oozing out the remains of whatever laid in the confines of the dark cage better known as his chest. Full demons had no beat at all. Their songs were ripped from within their souls and doused in gasoline, set off by the flames of Hell itself.<br/><br/>That being said, a lonely song played through Judas' ears as he listened to Justine's heart race in her chest, it matched the tone of her voice as she screamed at him. He barely took her words into consideration - most of them he hadn't even bothered comprehending. Instead he watched as her mouth moved, not hearing anything but that same throbbing beat.<br/><br/>"I've done far more for that pathetic meat-sack than necessary, I suggest you watch your tongue." Judas' tone was cold, his teeth clenching together in attempt to keep more poisonous vocabulary from spewing off his tongue. He couldn't quite wrap his mind around why humans bothered caring for others, they had to know that eventually they would be torn apart, regardless of if that time came earlier than expected. Love only brought pain and sorrow and yet here she was, still fighting for absolutely nothing. Willing to be shredded to pieces by demonic beings just to attempt saving another meaningless life.<br/><br/>Before Judas knew it, Justine's heart beat quickened in pace and he knew she was about to make a regretful move. Seconds later, she did. Darting forward in attempt to get past Judas' larger build, her hand had just barely reached the doors handle behind him, but he was too swift yet again. Reaching out, Judas had managed to grab her outstretched wrist, twisting it back and then spun the girls body around in a half circle, forcing her back to press to his chest as he held her defenseless in his arms.<br/><br/>With his lips at ears reach, Judas released a slow exhale, exposing his vexation towards her.<br/><br/>"And to think I once thought you were smarter than this,<i>my bloody mistake.</i>" he hissed against her skin. "I believed you were different from the other whores my demons possessed, but you're not. You're arrogant and you have yet to learn. Do you know how frustrating that is? I give you my home when you could have been ripped into a million pieces on that very stage. Ungrateful. Disrespectful. But most of all, infuriating." he felt out of breath, but he knew it was his impatience with her taking its toll.<br/><br/>Turning her around, he grabbed both of her wrists, holding them against his chest as he leaned his head down to meet hers. His eyes searched for some sort of explanation. He could kill her. Slap her again. Punish her for all of her wrong-doings, his mouth parted as though he was about to speak once more, but instead he remained silent a moment longer before finally his emotions rolled over, washing over him like a tidal-wave. He glanced up and found Ms. Elsworth standing down the hall watching the two of them with a look of worry lathered across her expressions.<br/><br/>Judas watched the woman long enough for her to give him a nod, referring that the boy had been taken care of by her and Auden. He could only imagine the boy was laying on a table, cleaned up, but no longer alive. Something about the way Elsworth looked at Judas told him there was more to the story. He nodded back in return and fixed his gaze back onto Justine. Without a word, he began dragging her down the hall back towards her room.<br/><br/>"Did you think I left the door unlocked out of forgetfulness?" he spoke, but he did not bother looking at Justine. He was still in awe as to how she could do this to him. Now everyone would have questions. Why he saved her. Why he still had her untouched within the walls of his mansion. They would think he was weak. He was to be their King and he was breaking his own rules already. "I gave you the little trust I was willing and you shattered it for a stupid fucking boy, Justine!" his grip on her tightened as they reached the room. Opening the door, he threw her inside, slamming the door behind himself.<br/><br/>Judas raised a hand up towards his face, covering it for a moment in emotional exhaustion. Part of him wanted to keep yelling at her, tell her how ignorant she was, but would she really listen at a time such as this? No. Of course not.<br/><br/>Minutes began passing and Judas' hand dropped down to his side as he pressed his back to the door watching her like prey. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes for a moment before speaking up finally.<br/><br/>"Your brother has been removed from the crowd. You'll be informed further when I feel you deserve such knowledge." he muttered, he barely wanted to tell her he'd done such a thing for her. Trying to save a stupid kid for her, how degrading for him. He didn't do favors for other people. That wasn't who he was.