Judas Anderson sat outside of the ballroom in the chilly air, thinking of Mimosa's warm skin against his and thinking of the feeling of his sword sliding into his another human being's chest.
In other words, his thoughts were meaningless and numb, as always, his soul empty and dead, his eyes scanning the horizon for meaning and finding nothing.
It was always like this.
Footsteps in the snow, padding there, a tall young man with somber eyes and sandy-blonde hair, his staff poking against the snow as he peered down at his younger brother sitting there.
Judas didn't even look up at his brother, Alexander Anderson, knowing already he was there, knowing already what they must do.
He instead tossed the cigarette that had been sitting limply against his lips, the one he hadn't even cared to light, throwing it against the snow, slowly leaning up with his cane and standing.
Alex sighed.
"Father's cane? Is that-"
Judas smiled, still not turning.
"Yes, his blade...Penance. I wrenched it out of his cold, dead hands after I killed him, you know."
Alex's eyes flamed with rage, and then returned to that somber look as he spoke to Judas.
"You never told me you know, after that night, after you left me barely alive. You never answered my question that night. You killed them, and left me to die...To search the land for you, you took my soul, years of my life...Why? Why didn't you just let me die?!"
Judas turned to his brother finally, smiling as he noticed the blazing soul within his brother's chest, something only Judas could see.
"So that you would feel the pain of a soulless one like me, the pain of the damned."
He chuckled.
"Of course it seems not to work. Despite your somber appearance, despite your agony and thirst for justice, you are still that same ever joyous older brother."
Alex winced, slowly strolling closer.
"Tell me, dammit Judas! Why these games?! Why did you do it?! I have been waiting for years, searching for eternity for that answer!"
Judas simply smiled, turning away and slowly drawing his swordcane, watching the blade shimmer in the night.
"The Devil came to me one fine day and asked of me what I would pay of eternal misery and the love of God for I had nothing left to lose and felt that it was my due to dance with the Devil in the cool moonlight and surrender my soul, without a fight."
Alex stared, shaking his head.
"Enough of your poetry, of your games!"
Judas smirked, facing his brother again, his sword still drawn, laughing in the crisp winter air..
"Indeed! Enough! Enough! Let us do this with our fists, with our body, with our blood! How exciting!"
In other words, his thoughts were meaningless and numb, as always, his soul empty and dead, his eyes scanning the horizon for meaning and finding nothing.
It was always like this.
Footsteps in the snow, padding there, a tall young man with somber eyes and sandy-blonde hair, his staff poking against the snow as he peered down at his younger brother sitting there.
Judas didn't even look up at his brother, Alexander Anderson, knowing already he was there, knowing already what they must do.
He instead tossed the cigarette that had been sitting limply against his lips, the one he hadn't even cared to light, throwing it against the snow, slowly leaning up with his cane and standing.
Alex sighed.
"Father's cane? Is that-"
Judas smiled, still not turning.
"Yes, his blade...Penance. I wrenched it out of his cold, dead hands after I killed him, you know."
Alex's eyes flamed with rage, and then returned to that somber look as he spoke to Judas.
"You never told me you know, after that night, after you left me barely alive. You never answered my question that night. You killed them, and left me to die...To search the land for you, you took my soul, years of my life...Why? Why didn't you just let me die?!"
Judas turned to his brother finally, smiling as he noticed the blazing soul within his brother's chest, something only Judas could see.
"So that you would feel the pain of a soulless one like me, the pain of the damned."
He chuckled.
"Of course it seems not to work. Despite your somber appearance, despite your agony and thirst for justice, you are still that same ever joyous older brother."
Alex winced, slowly strolling closer.
"Tell me, dammit Judas! Why these games?! Why did you do it?! I have been waiting for years, searching for eternity for that answer!"
Judas simply smiled, turning away and slowly drawing his swordcane, watching the blade shimmer in the night.
"The Devil came to me one fine day and asked of me what I would pay of eternal misery and the love of God for I had nothing left to lose and felt that it was my due to dance with the Devil in the cool moonlight and surrender my soul, without a fight."
Alex stared, shaking his head.
"Enough of your poetry, of your games!"
Judas smirked, facing his brother again, his sword still drawn, laughing in the crisp winter air..
"Indeed! Enough! Enough! Let us do this with our fists, with our body, with our blood! How exciting!"