The Chicken Killers

Judas smiled at Ezmerelda.
"Why, of course, I can be reasonable. As long as you keep my words in your mind and do not stand against me and my designs. As long as you stand on my side when the final hour dawns."
He peered dismissively at Allie and chuckled.
"As if I'd tell you! You forget you share a mind with 'goody two-shoes'."

Judas smirked.
"Then go forth now, you may return to your boyfriend. And if you can, see if he wishes to join. If not, change the subject, speak not of the coven much, we are an organization of shadows. Ta, ta, I have nothing else to tell you, unless you wish to stay for another reason."

He peered at Radella.
"Oh Radella, so yearning for conflict, hrmm. Are you thirsty for blood? Or a fight? Or both perhaps?"
His eyes twinkled.

Judas laughed.
"I'm capable of more evil than you'd ever understand, little girl. Do you want me to snap your neck now, or later? I did give an ultimatum, if you're not joining the coven, then I shall kill you where you stand. And I'm certainly not telling you anything I wouldn't want the real Allie to hear, you're not very different from her really, the most evil thing I've seen you do was make a tough face and growl or something. Fool."
He chuckled.

Judas shrugged.
"Interest it is."
He peered at Radella and smiled.
"Well then, why don't you take Chris? See if he can fight as much as he can talk, and if not, you can always make a meal of him. Does that sound nice to you, hrmm Chris?"