Judas Iscariot

ind. characterization of judas iscariot          SELECTIVE.   PRIVATE.            written by medusa

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fuCKS JUDAS UP ||:

*LAYS ON THE FLOOR CRYING TEARS OF JOY BC IRENE ADLER SODOMIZED THE FUCK OUTTA HIM.* *HAS NEVER BEEN MORE ENLIGHTENED ABOUT PHYSICAL PAIN.**LETS HER CASH HIS LIFE INSURANCE.*

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                                            ♚ ┊ ❛   NICELY PLAYED.   

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In a russian prison your life story is written on your body in tattoos. You don’t have tattoos, you don’t exist. 

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"Eastern Promises"  2007 Viggo Mortenson

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              ‘ Or don’t.  Whatever makes you feel better. ‘

    He looks like an animal from this vantage point but she’s yet to     determine whether he’s trying to intimidate her or just joking —     regardless she’s finding an palpable sense of amusement out     of it as was punctuated by the smile on soft features.

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            ‘ Don’t you have an essay to write                 on     the     Civil    War or some shit instead of                 sniffing    that    crap? ‘

Erupting from his throat: KKMMPH! He cleared its contents at the prospect.  Drugs were undoubtedly repugnant for the man, as contravened as the situation was, it was contradiction. He had dealt some to her, after all. The smile rendered unsettling.

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“I’m not dodging you. You showed up to my flat in the middle of the night, completely wasted and expect me to just be fine?”

She fixed him with a short-lived glare, retreating to the kitchen for the distraction of pouring a glass of water. Rising on her toes, she retrieved a small plastic cup from the overhanging cabinet, filling it with the tap.

“I should hate you.”

Lila snapped, voice cracking, thrusting the glass at him.

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             ‘ Ach! ‘

Naturally,   the    momentum   of   Lila’s    thrust  had aqueous content spill onto him. Canines had gnashed ‘gainst lower ivories,    sending the rest of his teeth in tandem. Jude’s tawny masculine grip constricted his woman’s upper arm, he felt a slight poignant sense.

            ‘ I-I ... Should have killed you. I wouldn’t have              some ... mouthy slut in my face ... ‘

Struggling to stand, his calves developed somewhat of a tremor. Jude  eventually succumbed, and, instead of standing on his feet to strike her, yanked her downward.

            ‘ I know how t’ ... play your stupid game.’             ‘ I never thought I’d hurt a hair on your head,              but if ya wanna walk down that road -- ‘

He finally managed to assemble himself enough to arise, using his hold to force her lithe body against the floor.

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"Because you’re nosey and probably assumed I’d just wait around while you galavanted across the states without so much as a phone call..”

She lifted her shoulder in a half shrug, annoyance stemming from her words as Lila struggled to steady him.

"Just lie down.. I’ll get you some water. We can talk about this in the morning.”

She gestured toward her bed, wanting very much to change the subject.

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       ' I can take -- a lotta shit from certain people ...           but  you  get  the   biggest fuuuckin' ... leeway. I dodged you when           we were ... miles apart. But --- you're fuckin' dodging me right here            -- and I'm standing in fronna you! What's worse!? '

Stammering,   oxygen   wavelength streamed from him. Flesh languidly set itself upon the woman's incarnadine silken sheets.

         ' Say you hate me guts, and I'll be on my damn way -- it's that simple Lila. '

                         ' You n' ... men. Hah! '

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               ‘ Huh, what? Oh sorry, I’m not all here right now. I’m                       kind of really high, so… Forgive me? ‘

           And a chuckle would escape her as she’d shrug and put on            her best puppy dog eyes.

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         ' Forgive you? '

His countenance framed   by  five o'clock shadow and flesh scent of pungent cologne --  all jammed into her face, squarely  his    eyes   matched hers. 

                             ' No. '

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                ' D'you stare at people like that all the time?                 ...   It's    makin'   me  a   little   nervous,   tell   ya'    what ... '

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    delicacy serves prevalent in the particular case of judas iscariot; his soul, already shredded and torn, requires a careful nursing that the monstrous mother is all too keen to provide. for his demise, she numbs his pain with slander, plays the penultimate ally, if only to scourge the god of heavens himself. a trophy for her, he is; the very son of god denied his parishioner and stolen by hell herself. for reasons of pride, of insurmountable hubris, lilith tends to her beloved judas, though her kisses may betray more than his own. each sovereign press to his crown damns, every stroke of maternal claw reaching into his heart and extracting what little facets of humanity remain. 

   tone descends to velvety purr, affections administered as she tends to her young. " you are not so blind as your brethren, my sweet judas. your eyes have seen more, soul encountered more falsehood than entire civilizations have known. you are blessed for your knowledge, sweetling. ” as if to reaffirm her words, delicate digits reach for extended hand, closing fingers with his own. kisses are distilled to the knuckles there, mockery of true maternal warmth in every pressed affectation. ” i’ve made peace with my disgust, and rectify the wrongs of so-called adonai’s hubris in spreading the true gospels, as should you. “

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           Agrippina and Nero may have served an archetype for the future nigh – a vulnerable downtrodden in secret son, leaning ‘pon the shoulder of his mother and guide. Who, during Nero’s youth, could forewarn him of pundits she’d bring? His own brother an accessory to her master plan, tailored to scourge him once he’d found independence. Lilith embraced Judas’ core so saccharine, Mary herself would shrink to uphold her advice. However, with her nimble fingers on his pulse, she had such ability to quash his own aorta for sport. Why else would she stay with him, reeking of an early bourbon and rambling to himself in chambers? Of course, Iscariot thought none of this precariousness. He indulged every care she gave. Her soft lips matched ‘gainst his faintly calloused knuckles – purr erupting from the depths of her throat to woo him into comfort, made him stare at her with a certain surprise. His index trailed along the bottommost part of her jaw, gliding on the bone. “Blessed for my knowledge, you say … I have once called myself Prometheus.” Judas retracted from her. His touch slipping through ends of her tresses as he descended to lay his back on the heavily adorned bed. 

                 ' As long as I remain chained for mine knowledge,                   which   is    forevermore,   you  shall have me as your son. '

         A weary sneer emerged. “True gospels?   The   Christian   dogs   discarded  my   tidings   yet     kept Yohanan’s.”

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                With his digits coiled against the pristine ingot by which his chalice was made, Judas imbibed. His gaze birthed the most forlorn spirit – spoiling whatever hint of normalcy he had. The melancholic behaviour of a drunkard had begun to arise. Lilith, matriarch of wraiths and true Eve, was his most beloved. Judas’ stupor robbed him of any slight apprehension in lieu of his affections, despite her nefarious affairs. The two were condemned from His Kingdom in a manner so painfully default, he could not help but feel a Gordian knot binding them. 

                       ' Does it not – disgust you, mother? '

            The deviant’s limp arm dangled whilst he sat on the edge of his bed. “Adonai – supposed, Adonai … He acts with such a -- foolhardiness. As if he truly won the battle against The Morning Star.” Judas’ countenance wrought something harsh. “We both know who truly rules all around us, who permeates and claims more hearts.” Again, he supped.

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         ”He would weep, Yehudah, as we all would, were any of us to lose him in          any manner, to any means.”

         She could not understand the origin of this way of thought in him, whence          it had come, though often the disciples argued amongst themselves, and          though often Kepha was the very center of such turmoil. He did not do it          with the intention to disrupt; he simply was slow to learn, Mary thought,          and angry at the difficulty of Rabboni’s lessons, and unsure how to quest-          ion without also accusing.

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                    ' ... Perchance, I have been left t' mine                     own     mind      too     long.   I    ask your forgiveness                           if I have troubled you ...

And with this, Judas crosses angular arms in tandem. There was a certain abandon behind Mary's affirmation -- no one pondered as he did, no one except for Thomas. He had once considered exposing the nature of his cogitation to him, however, the same venomous bitterness returned to his palate. Mary's soul, to Judas, one of the purest of their fellowship.

                                           '  Ah, you stop your drinking?! '

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         ”Rabboni gives him such guidance because he needs it, Yehudah.          Kephas is strong in speech but soft in heart. He needs to be led          gently or he will not understand.”

         It was even gently that the Ihidaya rebuked Kepha for insulting her;           despite her and the others who loved him so much as any of the men,          still their discipleship too was seen as strange. Many times Mary was          churlishly cast off as meaningless as one of his students, but still, she          would not deny herself the love of the Rabboni just to do away with the          disregard of others.

         ”Even so, let him be. Our flock is made of many different kinds of sheep.          If he strays, it is the shepherd’s job to lead him back. Don’t let it burden          your heart.”

         She moved to kiss his brow, in fondness for he was as well her brother          as any.

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     ' I have  tried   to  remove   myself     from   his    fraudulence   ...   Yet,   I   only grow     maddened     with   the   hours   that    transpire.      What if Master is wrong -- for   once.   Forsooth,     I would feel a deep shame if Kepha was to harm     him in any manner. He witnesses only the good     in e'ryone's bosom. '

Pharisees  taught   Judas   in   the   temple  to seek god amongst himself, to question his workings and stand at awe   to   his   mightiness. However, Jesus was greater than he could comprehend -- it would be an impossible endeavour to repress a maelstrom  of bewilderment   despite the miracles beheld. 

Whilst Mary kissed   'bove the eye,   he   expelled a sigh with lament. The two were somewhat   ostracised from their assemblage, although they committed no cardinal sins foreign to their peers. Mary, for her effeminate make. Himself for his fiscal aptitude and ambition. 

             ' Would he weep for Yeshua's favour               if he were suddenly bereft of it -- or despise him? '

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         And there it is; the laughter fades from where it had gently bubbled           behind Mary’s lips, and her head tilts as she tries to discern.

         ”What has made you so bitter lately?” she quests, though he has oft          been as reserved in thought yet quick to move as Kepha, though he          always seemed skeptical as Toma. She wishes it was not so.

         She had saved for a month to buy this wine for the both of them.

         ”You are sad, Yehudah. Tell me why.”

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      ' Kephas  . . .   he   is   the most pompous of us         all -- however Jeshua   coddles   him  as  if he were         holier than e'en he. Something within me alerts -- of         his falsehood.

Alas, he was bitter,  for the reason he proclaimed and multifold. Their donations were dwindling as Caiaphas rebuked Jesus as Messiah. Perhaps, he was correct. There was still sin and hurt in the borders of Israel,  writhing  and constricting all who lived within.