Jesus X Judas Novels & Stories

Standing with my hands akimbo as I prepared to speak, I thought it was much better that I listened to what he had to say. "How were you able to find them?" It was only the second question he was asking in that split of seconds — I saw that picture flashing again, It was one I couldn't get out of my mind that easily. How in the hell did it happen? "Why not just let us forget about that for a minute." I answered " Guess we were both betrayed by our own Judas“ It drew laughter from him… His laughter trailed down my spine and in trickles and I found each and every bit of it alluring, so infectious that I joined in as well.

I cross-checked the photo of Judas in the article with the one in the documents and realized they were one and the same. "Jackpot!"

"Yeah. He was closest to me." "But why did he leave?" Ives immediately regretted asking it. It was a personal matter and hoped his teacher didn't get offended. But Judas smiled as if he was reminiscing and said, "I just met him once before he disappeared with someone." Then he looked at Ives's eyes and said, "That next person also had the same eyes like you."

He waited until Mavie handed the folder over to him, and as soon as he got it secured in his drawer after checking her handwritten name on it, Judas spoke. “Since it’s the weekend today, our deal starts now,” Judas declared. “Yes, sir,” Mavie replied. “I want to have a bath. And that means you will give me that bath,” Judas said. “But first things first….” Mavie looked up to see Judas in the face as he spoke to make sure she was being polite. “You cannot look at my face directly. Anyone to see my face enough to describe how I look like dies in my hand,” he announced.

“Tell you what? What are you talking about?” Judas exhales, dangerously, and then storms toward me. When he stops, he’s only a few feet away, his jaw tight, his eyes glassy with fury and hurt. “You don’t understand?” he spits. His hand trembles as he pulls something from inside his coat pocket, thin glossy sheets that flash under the light. Photos. He shoves them toward me, and the moment my gaze falls on them and I feel my soul drop into a pit. They’re of me.

“But-“ “If you still have doubts, walk away, I won’t stop you after all you’re a human, I can not force you to help me, right?” My hands sweat. “But tell me one thing, what would happen if he your life never change? Do you want to spend rest of your life as his mistress? Or his whore? Just warm his bed and get raped by him-“ I shook my head, unable to listen anymore. “Stop-“ Judas raled his sister? Oh lord. Please. This couldn’t be true. But didn’t he forced me to sleep with him too? What about all those pictures? But why… why I didn’t want to believe that? Why?

I wanted every word I said to sink in deeply. “When I was a boy,” I continued, “they told us a lot of stories about Jesus and his disciples. Stories about kindness, loyalty, sacrifice.” I let my gaze drift between them, lingering just a moment longer on Alessandro. “But there was one story that stayed with me the most. The betrayal of Jesus Christ by one of his own—by Judas.” I saw the shift in their expressions. The way Giuseppe’s face grew serious, Lorenzo’s eyes widened slightly, and Alessandro’s jaw tightened.

Jasmine tried to move her hand, but was somehow stuck touching him, feeling the ickiness of the sludge crawling in her skin. “You will take Lucifer’s offer.” They looked at each other for a moment as time stilled. The wind started to blow only around them as they had their private conversation. Jasmine noticed the strike of lightning that stood the test of time not moving as she tried to break away from Judas using her other hand to pull. “Let me go.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder cracked the sky. Judas smirked. “Do you believe you are better than Jesus himself? I know him and seeing you…” he shook his head. “You don’t even compare…”

They sat down, while they discussed and laughed happily. When Judas saw how weak and drunk the armies of Luther were, he quickly commanded his armies, to get ready to strike. Judas and his armies approached the armies at the gate, and before they could realize what was going on around them, Judas commanded his armies to shoot their poisonous arrows at them, and they all died.

Nikita's mouth formed an ‘O’ “Don't worry, Celestine, it's just a dream. Whose head is it?” I glanced at her and froze, then I muttered, “Yours.” Nikita's eyes widened, she dusted herself and yelled, “God forbid! Why my head?” She voiced. “Judas is there, the descendant of Judas Iscariot who betrayed Jesus, she didn't cut his head off and hold it in her hand. Why me? All I do is sit at home, yell, eat and sleep…” “You said it was just a dream,” I interrupted.