The Chicken Killers

Judas whispered, giggling.
"I've currently got a goody-two-shoes girl under my spell, tricked her into thinking I've turned the page and I'm a good Christian and all that bull$$$$, but I don't know what to do with her. I'm thinking of maybe tricking her into joining the club."
He tried to hold back his laughter.

Judas chuckled, speaking in a normal tone.
"Yes, it is obviously...We'll have more of these types too, people we'll charm with our looks and our tongue, though it will be difficult to think up the fun we can manipulate them into doing. For now I'll use her as I see fit."
He smiled.
"And there may be another male recruit in our future, you'd be surprised what the offer of power can do to a man."

Judas smirked, turning away from Radella.
"Your first lesson is patience, comrade. We will train soon, we will go off for...training material. This is Radella, my insane companion. Welcome."

Judas smirked.
"Suitable opponents, of course. Sure, you can fight me and Radella, or the other members of our coven who are still en route, but you will have plenty of opportunity for that. First, the Chicken Killers need some poultry."
He chuckled.