Judas Zambrano
The Prodigal Son
Judas looked at what remained of the crowd after the massacre that his men had brought down upon them. Some mourned over the fallen but most shot him glares filled with hate that bothered him little. He had been despised since birth, nothing he wasn't used to and he didn't expect it to change. Judas would always be the monster no matter what he did so why not embrace it? "Well you know... I'm a survivor. Have no plans on dying yet." Judas said before hearing the Gen'dai's order to kill all the members of the crowd that had begun to surround them. It was something he didn't mind, they all hated him anyway and were looking for someone to take their anger out on. If only they knew what was to come.
"Alright, I'll take care of them this time." Judas said waving his hand for his men to hold fire. Following this Judas proceeded to unbutton his suit jacket each move slow and deliberate. Where even after it was off he folded it neatly and placed it on the empty spot next to the Gen'dai. Next were rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt and unbuttoning the top few buttons. On his belt sat three combat knives and one curved dagger made for slitting others throats. Spreading both arms in welcome he looked at the crowd. "So who's first?"
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]
"Alright, I'll take care of them this time." Judas said waving his hand for his men to hold fire. Following this Judas proceeded to unbutton his suit jacket each move slow and deliberate. Where even after it was off he folded it neatly and placed it on the empty spot next to the Gen'dai. Next were rolling up the sleeves of his undershirt and unbuttoning the top few buttons. On his belt sat three combat knives and one curved dagger made for slitting others throats. Spreading both arms in welcome he looked at the crowd. "So who's first?"
[member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"]