“You will always be enough for me, but just imagine if I could bed the son of God, how our luck would change?”
I pulled back a little, pressing myself up against the wall, trying not to make any noise. I heard more kissing, some slopping sounds and a moan. I did not look, for I did not want to see what was happening. I simply walked slowly back to the front of the building and rejoined the crowd. Judas snuck his way back in and wasn’t missed by any of the disciples or Jesus.
I caught the rider coming out from behind the building and decided I was going to follow him at a distance. I stayed thirty or forty paces behind him and with the crowds growing it was easy to follow and easy to lose him. I did lose him a few times, but was able to regain him in my sight by stopping and waiting for the crowd to thin out.
He walked all the way to the other side of Jerusalem, which wasn’t as big as it is now, but was still a decent size. He got on his horse, which reminded me of Noemi’s horse and started to gallop off. I regretted at that time, getting rid of my horse. I wasn’t apposed to taking on though, so my regret was quickly replaced with gratitude for whoever left their horse unattended.
By the time I got a horse and got back to where I saw the rider at last, he, once again, was out of sight. I managed to catch a trail of dust off in the distance and with the sun glaring, it made it hard to see even for me. I never got close enough to see if it was actually the rider. I went with my gut feeling and rode on.
It was getting dark and I was losing sight of the rider. I was mad I didn’t have the magical eyes that my brothers possessed, but I could see light across the horizon and I knew it wasn’t the sun. It was just as bright as when the sun first starts to peak. I headed towards it, I only had my gut to go on and it was telling whoever was in front of me, was heading to towards that light as well.
As the lights grew brighter, I slowed my horse down to a near walk. When I got even closer, I got of my horse and told it to stay, not that it was going to listen, not being tied off. I walked closer to source and found it to be from torches from over a hundred different, brown tents. I was able to navigate around them, keeping to the shadows the best I could. I heard talking so I followed the voices. Three men came to my view. One was the rider who was talking to another man who wore a lot of garments of different colors of oranges, reds and beiges. The third man wore an armor of types, bronze with the pectoral’s and abs chiseled into it, with a short sword at his side.
“Have you more information for us?” the one wearing the armor asked.
“They are having a supper tonight for him,” the rider said.
“I say we go now and be there by morning,” the one in armor said.
“I am the high priest and in with the Sanhedrin and these are my men, we will wait. If there is a supper for him, there will be gather of people.”
“My friend says he will be in the Garden of Gethsemane two days from now Caiaphas,” the rider said the one who was all dressed up.
“Is your friend sure?” Caiaphas asked.
“Has he not given you all this information that has brought you here?”
“I want to meet your friend tomorrow; I will be at my place”
“I will tell him, can I rest here tonight, and I head out in the morning?”
“Of course.”
“I will send word to Pontius, he will be pleased and if the information your friend has is true, we can move on him them.”
I had to hurry, I had to warn Jesus myself. I used my abilities, once again leaving my horse behind` and raced back to Jerusalem, to Mount Zion. They had just started bringing up food the Cenacle as I heard people calling it, some called it the Upper Room, same thing, different language. I looked around and watched as people were carrying food and standing in line. They were lined outside of this massive place, not as massive as today as it was destroyed and rebuilt many times.
I went to the end of the line and unfortunately used my abilities to quickly remove and over power the last person in line. I was able to snap their neck with ease, if I would have just appeared in front of Jesus, I would have drawn more attention to myself and no one would listen.
The person that I killed dropped a loaf of bread, so I picked it up and dusted it off. I impatiently waited in line, which moved rather quickly. I could smell meats in front of me and part of me wanted to taste them as I had not tasted the fare in Jerusalem.
There was a massive set of stairs that led up to a court room, with two buildings on each side of the main building, which was four stories tall, with people not seeming to mind at all the line. After a few hours, I was finally through the door of the main building. There were four flights of stairs all lined with people, all carrying food. It took me a long time to finally get to the Upper Room.
As I’ve mentioned, over time this place had been destroyed and rebuilt many of time. The Upper Room was massive. Eight pillars lined the room, four on the left side and four on the right side. The table Jesus sat at was in the middle, loaded with food and food was set off to the side as well. People were lined up on left side, they would drop of their food and circle around on the right side, the room was filling up fast.
As I approached the table, I could see Judas sitting next to Jesus. I watched as Judas slowly moved his foot towards Jesus’s foot. Jesus didn’t mind at first, then Judas ran his foot up Jesus’s leg and Jesus moved his foot quickly away and gave Judas a slight kick to the shin. He leaned over and I could see anger his face. He whispered something to Judas. Judas looked hurt, he got up and switched spots with another disciple at the end of the table.
I laughed to myself, by my laughter was short lived as my time to approach the table was coming up. There was no room on the table anything. I noticed people setting their food off to the side and a pile of bread next. The people were shaking hands with Jesus and he was blessing them. The other disciples ignored the people and ate, and Jesus blessed people.
It was my turn, I sat my bread down and took Jesus’s hands. I leaned to his ear and said, “You have to leave, they’re coming for you…” I went to say more, but what Jesus said next, floored me.
“I know,” he whispered back, “it’s what must be done,” he then patted my shoulder, “It’s okay!’ and he smiled.
I stepped back as a few more people cut in front of me. He nodded and I stepped back in the crowd, where my mind wandered off. Jesus finished eating then spoke, but I can’t remember anything he said. I was reeling on the fact that he said he knew they were coming for him and that “it’s what needed to be done.” I stood there, even after everyone left, even after Jesus left. I just stood there. Lucifer sent me to here to protect someone who knew what was going to happen all along.
I stayed in the Upper Room until the break of dawn. I wanted to go back to killing vampires, it was easy I didn’t feel like I was failing. As I sat there in the Upper Room, I realized I was failing, I didn’t know the outcome yet, but whatever it was, it was going to happen regardless.
I needed to find Judas, I needed to talk to him. I went looking again for him. I had a feeling be was probably gone already to the high-priest’s. I had no idea where that was at and everyone I asked, didn’t want to tell me. I finally found one person with loose lips and they told me of Caiaphas’s place. It was located just on the edge of the town I originally visited when I returned, now known as Abu Tor.
I did to use my abilities during that day, but I felt as if I had no choice. I raced towards where I was told and found the massive tent house that I was told he was staying in. I got up close to the tent and listened. I could hear talking inside and adjusted my hearing.
“I know for a fact he will be in the garden, he will have three of his disciples there, he has a feeling something is wrong.” I heard Judas say, “How much will you pay me to betray him?”
“I will give you thirty, silver pieces, but first I want to know how you are going to betray him?” Caiaphas said.
“With a kiss,” Judas said.
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das was indeed a worthless pile of shit. I needed to stop him from betraying Jesus. As I went to go into the tent, I was frozen I couldn’t move, then I heard a voice, it was Jehovah’s voice.
“Do not interfere with this Roldian,” he said, his voice brought a both a smile to my face and angered thoughts, “If you do, you will no longer be able exist in Paradise.”
“Do I still?” I asked in retort, only to receive silence. I was able to move but the threat lingered in my head. I wanted to flee, I wanted to get away from there and not witness, but another part of me wanted to watch.
I fled from the tented area and sat down near the bush I had my clothes and weapon buried by and grew angry. I was angry that Jehovah still had hold over me, still was able to control me in sorts. It angered me he was there and never was when I needed him. He let me suffer through out the years and when I tried to do something, I thought I was good, he showed up and stopped me.
I felt Lucifer around me and when I looked to my side, there he stood in mortal form, “Mind if I sit?”
“Go ahead!” I said and scooted over a little bit.
“He was here, wasn’t he?”
“Yes, he was,” I said not wanting to talk about him.
“I came as soon I felt him, I guess I wasn’t fast enough.”
“Why is he so great that you want to rush to see him? You know what he did? He banned me from helping, told me if I interfered, I would never be allowed to step foot in Paradise again. I’m half-tempted to stop this madness,” I said, tears rolling down my cheeks, but they weren’t sad tears, they were anger tears.
“I wouldn’t do that, I don’t agree with him most the times, but there has to be a reason behind this, there has to be,” he said.
“You hope there is,” I said and sat there not looking anymore in his direction. I didn’t understand, Lucifer had suffered the most at the hands of Jehovah, but still considered him a good guy. I was simply confused.
We sat in silence for a few more minutes, before he got up and left, I should say he disappeared. He was gone by the time I looked up. I didn’t know what else to do that day, so I dug up my bow and arrows and started shooting again. This time I did not grow tired of it, I ended up putting arrow through arrow until I was out.
I tossed my bow down and walked angrily back to the inner city I asked about the Garden of Gethsemane and was pointed to its direction. It was nice little garden, packed with olive trees and some little plants, believed to be herbs. There were walkways there, made of limestone, spaced out every fourth tree. There were six walkways total, three going vertical, and three going horizontal. There was one tree, slightly larger than the rest, set apart from the rest as well in the front of the garden. Many people were down on their knees by the tree, praying.
I remained quiet, I believed they were wasting their time, but I didn’t want to be rude at the same time. I plucked one of the olives from the tree and popped it in my mouth and bit down into bitterness. A raw olive, to me, tasted horrible and I quickly spat it out. I walked around, admiring the garden, it was minimal, but it was a neat sight to see. Some time had gone into planting them and organizing the walkways.
I didn’t see Jesus though, yet and looked about or him a few more times, it appeared he was hiding, which if he knew what was coming for him. I would have too. It wasn’t until the night fall that he surfaced. Him and only three other disciples went to the garden where I entered in a few minutes after they did and hid a darkened corner.
“I am going to pray! Stay awake and keep guard, tonight is the night they come for me,” he said.
As the night wore on Jesus prayed and soon his disciples were asleep, I watched as Jesus took notice and came back to them.
“Why are you asleep? I asked you to stay awake?”
One of them woke up and answered, “I am sorry, I’ve been awake since the supper, keeping guard.”
Jesus nudged the others with his foot, “Have you not gotten your rest?”
The other two woke up and stared blankly at Jesus, “Stay awake so I can pray.”
Two more times Jesus had to come back and wake his disciples up and after the third time, I heard a soft rumble come to my ear. I looked out of the garden and could see torches bouncing about in the night. Then appeared Judas at the entrance of the garden. He had a sorrowful look on his face as he approached.
“What are you doing here Judas?”
“I need to ask you something Jesus?” Judas said, his voice crackling.
“You can ask me in the morning,” he said hastily.
“There might not be a morning for you, if I ask you this, there might be.”
The other three disciples got up and looked concerned, “Go ahead!”
“Do you ever think you could love me?” Judas asked.
“What are you talking about, I do love you, just as I love the rest,” Jesus said.
“NO!” Judas screamed, tears filling his eyes, “Could you love me more than them?”
“I can love you only as I love them, no more, no less,” Jesus said as Judas stepped towards him.
“Then so be it,” Judas lunged forward and grabbed Jesus’s face and planted a kiss on him, Jesus pulled back and then Judas spoke, “Rabbi!”
Then all hell broke loose, the people from the outside of the garden with torches, came rushing in, it was an angry mob. They rushed Jesus and bound his hands and bound the hands of his disciples as well. I kept to my corner and watched like a coward.
“Jesus, King of the Jews, you are herby detained and will be led to the Sanhedrin, where you go on trial.”
It was from there, after a beating, they walked out to the tent that Caiaphas was staying at. I kept my distance and watched. They brought Jesus in and I listened in from the backside of the tent to stay out of view. I could hear Caiaphas speak and many others in there, but with the cheers and jeers coming from them it was hard to hear.
“You attempted to destroy the temple, you violated sabbath, you claim to be the son of Jehovah, how say you to these charges?”
I heard nothing from Jesus, then Caiaphas spoke up again, “Do you say nothing? I have just one more question for you, are you really the son of Jehovah.”
It was then and only then that Jesus spoke, “You know that I am.”
This outraged Caiaphas, who screamed, “To Pontius’s”
When they brought Jesus back out, Jesus was sweating, and they had him blindfolded. One of the angry mobsters smacked Jesus across the face, then asked, “Tell me my name!” and Jesus did not answer. It was an ongoing torture as they walked Jesus in the direction of Pontius’s place, I overheard one person call it the Praetorium.
I followed the angry mob, hearing them mock Jesus and I was getting angered that Jehovah was allowing this to happen. Not only did thy mock Jesus but they beat him and his disciples on the way to the Praetorium.
It was early morning by time they got there, the sun was just beginning to rise. I didn’t go into the Praetorium, but it was a sight to be behold, it was massive structure with marble pillars that had gold trim and that was just from the outside. There were twelve steps that ran the width of the building then, twelve more smaller steps that led into the building. There were only four pillars, but they were the size of a redwood tree in width and almost just as tall.
I stayed with the angry mob, which grew as we walked. The hate for Jesus managed to grow over night and well into the next morning. It struck me odd how so many people believed in just days before and now those same people stood before me, hating him. I couldn’t take anymore, I was going to find Judas myself and before I left the word, “Crucifixion” filled the mouths of the angry mob.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Jesus has been condemned to death, which he deserves.”
I said nothing, I didn’t care about my using my abilities during the day, I didn’t care about my hood flying off and my white hair flying about. I cared about nothing except getting my hands on Judas. To be honest, I
only wanted Jesus to live so Lucifer would quit asking me to do things, it never ended well for me and I did feel for him as well. He had that effect on you.
I went back to the inner part of Jerusalem. I searched high and low and finally found him in an alleyway, kissing the rider. I walked right up and snapped the neck of the rider, then pinned Judas up against the wall, by the throat.
“DO YOU NOT REALIZE WHAT YOU’VE DONE?” I screamed.
“Wha…aat are you..talk….ing about?” he struggled to speak.
“Jesus has been condemned to death and is on his way to be crucified!” I said and let him go.
“What? NO! I must make this right, I need to get to the high-priest,” he said.
I didn’t hesitate, I grabbed onto him and ran, stopping only to show him the crowd that was forming against Jesus, “See what you’ve done?” I asked, then took off with him again.
I not only took him to Caiaphas’s tent, I threw him into it. I heard Judas pleading, begging for Caiaphas to take the silver back and all I heard back in a response was chuckle. Judas came out of the tent, looking defeated, his head down low, he sighed.
“What have I done?” he asked.
I lost my composure and hit Judas hard in the chest, that sent him flying back. When he hit the ground, sand dust flew up around him. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the foot, he tried kicking his way free, but the grasp was tight. I then flung him, he spun multiple times in the air and landed, once again, hard upon the ground. Some of the people came out of the tent, but paid no attention to them and went about beating up Judas. It was after the people walked away that I noticed a rope, rolled up, tied to the side of a horse. I walked over and snatched it from the horse’s side.
I then, walked up to Judas. I remembered Noemi teaching me how to make a noose to snare wild game, and I pictured Judas as wild game. I made the noose and against his frail attempt at stopping me, I placed it around his neck and started to drag him. I spotted a lone tree what hat was in full view of a crowd just north of Mount Zion. I strung up Judas. I watched as he kicked and grabbed at the ropes. I watched as his gasps for air, turned to gurgles, then nothing. I watched as his feet quick kicking and he pissed himself. I was proud of myself, I almost enjoyed killing him as much as I enjoyed killing Lilith.
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