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Post by Judas on Nov 20, 2008 22:57:44 GMT -1
Judas walked down the street to the secret headquarters of the Council's sister organization, The Fifth. It was the middle of the week so the streets were relatively empty which usually did something to improve his eternally gloomy mood, but not today.
He hated the Vatican but the Vatican hated him more. He'd tried working with The Fifth in the past because Jonas had told him to but it always ended the same way, with lots of dirty glares and him more pissed off and full of self loathing than usual, which was saying something.
So if he hated the Vatican so much, one might ask why he was on his way to their pet organization's main office? Good question, he was beginning to wonder that himself. Alright, he knew why he was here but he still didn't want to be.
Judas stopped a step away from the front door and looked up at the towering building for a moment like he was sizing up an opponent. Actually that description might not have been to far off. He took a long drink from his flask, took a deep breath and walked into the building.
The inside was sterile looking, all metals and shiny counter tops. Hadn't changed a bit since the last time he'd been here, figured. He walked up to the front desk to the smiling receptionist. "Uh...Walker?" He asked and the lady pointed him down a long hallway.
The walk earned him a few hostile stares by the time he reached the office door of the woman Morgan had told him about. Autumn Walker. Supposedly the human had been rational enough to impress Morgan, here was to hoping it was true.
His hand hesitated before knocking on the door and he considered just turning back around and going home. But then what would he tell the warlock? With a scowl of defeat he knocked twice on the door and waited for an answer.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 21, 2008 8:27:59 GMT -1
Autumn was behind her desk, mulling over old texts in which Archer had deemed important for her to read. After twenty or so dusty filled books she let out a long, heavy sigh. So far The Fifth could do nothing with regard to Satan, his actions so far had not been seen as a threat to humanity. This from the Vatican themselves. Autumn laughed at that. Part of her almost missed Lucifer being a royal pain in her back side. Almost.
She felt him before he reached her office door and gazed across her desk, waiting for the knock. Who it was, she could not tell, but she senced...death. Pain. Anguish. Was she really sure she wanted to open the door? The knock came and she gracefully moved from her desk, her black kitten heels tapping across the wooden floor. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse, her matching black jacket hanging on the back of her office chair. Taking a deep breath she closed her mind, keeping her abilities to a minimum. She was not sure she wanted to see who ever it was with her third eye. She opened the door and smiled, her eyes coming to meet those of a man, a quite attractive man, though his eyes seemed pale, tired, and frown lines seemed ever present across his brow.
"yes?" She asked, "May i help you?"
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Post by Judas on Nov 21, 2008 10:13:44 GMT -1
Judas heard the clicking of heels on wood before the door swung open to reveal a rather beautiful woman. She was dressed plainly but it didn’t matter, what would have made most women look plain or generic made this one stand out. Beautiful and a good reputation, only one solution, she was a fake. No one had that much going for them, the universe wasn’t that good to anyone.
He ignored her pleasant greeting, it wasn’t anything useful so he wouldn’t waste words replying to it. Besides, the faster they got to the point, the faster he could get his ass out of here and back home where he belonged.
“A friend of mine said you could use some help, Morgan, I believe you two met.” His voice was careful and closed. Actually Morgan had told Vlad, and somewhere along the line Jonas had heard about it and sent him down to offer his services. Since he wasn’t exactly the most charming of folks, Judas had figured his ‘services’ consisted of his knowledge of hell. “Said something about Satan, hell and a book with demonic languages in it. Consider me the resident expert, or one of ‘em at least.”
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 21, 2008 15:12:19 GMT -1
Autumn raised her brow when the man seemed to abruptly get straight to the point. Well at least he was not a time waister. And yet he had not introduced himself. So some one she knew had sent him to her. Her head tilted as she studied the man, and wondered who he was and how he was an expert in Satan, hell and demonic languages. One of them any way, but which one.
"And you are?" She asked, pushing a stray strand of auburn hair from her eyes, "I assume i do not need to introduce myself, as you seam to of found me..."
"please, whoever you are, come in..." She said and gestured with an open arm for the man to enter her office, waiting until he had entered and closed the door behind him. "Please, take a seat." She said and pointed to the large leather sofa, she, herself sitting down on the far end, one slender leg crossing over the other.
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Post by Judas on Nov 21, 2008 20:48:32 GMT -1
Introducing himself was always the hardest part. He hated the glares or awed looks that something as simple as his name brought out in humans, even today when religion was back of the bus. He shook his head when she assumed she didn’t need to introduce herself. That much at least was easy.
He acknowledged her invitation into the office with a small, grateful nod of his head, he wanted nothing more than to be out of the general public eye when his name was out in the open. The Vatican had sworn to keep their mouth shut but still, the stories didn’t need confirmation for most people to believe them, especially now that he was a grim reaper.
Judas sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from Autumn. It was obvious the woman was still waiting for him to introduce himself and he figured there was no more stalling. It wasn’t like with the girl Esme he’d met where he could just bypass introductions all together. Somehow he didn’t think the Fifth would like an unnamed demon giving them advice. He was pretty sure that would land him face to face with every magic user in the building. Of course he couldn’t be killed but it would still be a mess. It was best if he just got it out of the way, though he wasn’t sure how much better than a demon his true identity was.
“Name’s Judas. I’m sure you’ve heard of me.” His voice was as bitter as it got. He reached for his flask rather than watch the woman’s face.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 22, 2008 10:09:00 GMT -1
So this was Judas. Out of all the Council members, he had been the one Autumn had so longer to meet. She was not religious, a strange notion seeing she worked for an agency that had the Vatican s their boss. As he introduced himself she watched as he reached for his flask. She could only imagine what torment he suffered, his soul in continuous torment in hell. She moved then, a soft smile crossing her face as she held out her hand to him,
"A pleasure to meet you at last Judas." She smiled warmly and leaned forward and picked up Lucifer's so called handwritten gospel from the glass coffee table and handed it to Judas. "Here it is...."
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Post by Judas on Nov 23, 2008 9:21:35 GMT -1
A half smile crossed his face at the normal, pleasant greeting. Kindness touched him, he wasn’t used to it. If she’d slapped him or thrown him out, he would have known how to react but the simple handshake meant more to him than this woman could ever imagine. Morgan had been right, he could get to like this one.
He replaced the flask in his jacket pocket and shook Autumn’s hand once before letting his own hand fall back into his lap. He had to admit that finding the rough spots on her hands that came from wielding weapons put him more at ease. When he’d been human they would have called them peasant’s hands and it meant someone knew how to work.
“Thank you.” He said when Autumn handed him the book. Judas scooted forward on the couch so that he could comfortably cradle the book in his lap while he read. The whole book reeked of Lucifer. It was strange, he’d never figured Lucifer as the writing type.
He flipped open the front cover to find an etching of the circles of hell as depicted in Dante’s Inferno and rolled his eyes, it was a bit mellow dramatic even for Lucifer. Judas turned the page and his forehead creased at the strange mixture of words. It was obvious that it was written in several different languages. He picked up Latin easily enough and the ancient Greek wasn’t too hard to pick out. The part that intrigued him were the parts that were unlike any language he’d seen on earth in his thousands of years of existence.
Judas began to sort through some of the words in his head, going letter by letter making the sounds until the words came together. He deciphered three words like this before he recognized the language at all. He pointed to the strange words with one finger. “It’s the language spoken in hell that much I’m sure of, though I’ve never seen it written before. Demons, they, we…” He corrected with a quick glance to the side, almost ashamed but not quite. “…don’t have much use for writing things down.” History wasn’t important to demons since soul collectors, like him, would never die.
“I can translate the demonic, the Latin and some of the Greek but this other language isn’t one I’m familiar with.” He said, looking up to meet the woman’s eyes.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 23, 2008 19:49:45 GMT -1
Judas is sat on my couch...Judas is sat on my counch.....
Autumn had been pretty much star struck when she had met Vlad, but now, now she had before her the on council member who had fascinated her the most. She had grasped at every article, every piece on Intel the Fifth had on him when she first joined. The Vatican of course despised him, and in turn the alliance between the Fifth and The Council was rocky. But Autumn found Judas, the idea of the man, and the man himself fascinating.
He's easy on the eyes too...... She told herself to shut up and returned her attention to him, his tired eyes, the hidden pain that she could not even begin to imagine. Having your soul trapped in hell, feeling the anguish for eternity. That truly was pure torture.
"Well, anything you can translate would be very much welcomed. Any in-site on how you think the whole situation surrounding Lucifer and Satan will resolve or in fact turn, would be helpful. I need to know whether The Fifth needs to get involved, or if hell will keep its war away from mankind."
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Post by Judas on Nov 24, 2008 4:25:58 GMT -1
He wished he knew what she was thinking. Either she was exceptionally good at hiding her emotions or the woman was actually glad he was there. Humans who weren’t religious as a rule didn’t hate him as much as those who believed, but no one was every truly happy to see him. Not to mention that those who weren’t religious were always a little more wary around a soul collector because who knew whose soul he’d be collecting next? Explaining that only people who had sold their souls to demons would get a visit like that from him never seemed to help.
Judas sat with the book in his lap and unconsciously dug the fingernails of his right hand into his palm. It, like the drinking, didn’t do much for the pain but the pain in his hand helped to take his mind of the excruciating burning in his center for small amounts of time.
He laughed bitterly at her questions surrounding the situation with Lucifer and Satan. The Fifth knew more than he’d thought they would at this point. “Oh they’ll involve the humans. The real fighting will happen in hell but there’ll be more sin, more chaos on earth. You’ll be finding more demons if they haven’t already started popping up. Hell’s armies are made up of the souls of the damned and trust me, Lucifer will be recruiting.” He would have to if he wanted enough of a force to even stand a chance against the god of chaos.
“As far as how things will turn out, I wouldn’t dare make a guess at this point but when the war breaks out I’ll be throwing my lot in with Lucifer. I’d rather stick with the devil I do know rather than the one I don’t.” Judas figured Lucifer saw the council as a fun challenge, otherwise he’d be keeping Judas to busy collecting souls to help at all. Satan on the other hand seemed more likely to just get rid of the threat. If he’d been human though, he’d be staying as far away from this war as he could manage.
He sighed and turned his attention back to the book in his lap. It would be slow going translating this tangled mess of languages and it didn’t help that he’d lived in a time where practically everyone was illiterate, they hadn’t had time for reading. He could read but not as well as some.
“Sin dexlckorai! Dulcis letifico” He read. The first was in demonic and easy enough to translate. The next part was obviously Latin. Turning to Autumn he translated the phrase into English, not quite able to keep the smirk off his face. “ Basically it means, ‘Hey there, sweet cheeks.’ ” He read a ways further to find a greeting to either him or Jonas. It figured that Lucifer would have known one of them would be translating the demonic.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Nov 27, 2008 9:33:36 GMT -1
"Well, Lucifer seams to use his twisted sense of humor where ever he goes..." Autumn leane dback on the sofa, rubbing the tense muscle of her neck. For a moment or two forgetting who it was beside her, then her star struck eyes flashed over Judas and she gave a nervous smile.
"Why do i get the feeling the human race is stuck between something huge, and will end up having to choose the lesser of two evils.." She moved forward then, rubbing her tired eyes and allowing her upper body to slump forward.
"You've seen allot, two thousands years worth, have you ever seen something like this, that could spill out and destroy humanity..."
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