Judas

By bells and bloom, sworn to you and you alone.

• content warnings: violence, mentions of sex work, excessive yearning; man that will kill for you. Judas is a sweetheart, honest!

You are the Oracle. So, what does that mean? 

It means that you alone are capable of prophetic dreaming, which is the key to seeing glimpses of the future. Whether that’s tomorrow or a century from the present is entirely up to you. Nothing more than that. However, to the people of Ornament, this means you are favored by the gods. As such, you’re kept in Eidelwel’s castle, away from those that may bring you harm, and heavily spoiled. Think yourself as a prince/ss, with no eligibility for the crown. You’ve got a demigod worrying himself sick over you at all times, too. 

Are we human? 

You’re anything mortal, as mentioned above. Any being that can die, no matter how tricky felling you may be. Don’t worry over it too much. 

Are there limitations? 

Your visions are meant to be spaced out. Maybe once a month, maybe once a year. Oh, and it’s rumored an oracle could lose their ability should they share their bed with anyone. You decide how true that is.

For some time, Judas has been tethered to your side. Everything was bleak in the realm that he came from, all terror and impenetrable darkness that no lantern, no sun, could bring any pinhole of light to. Now everything is so very soft and wonderful. He wakes up each day to a glimpse of you, the kingdom’s beloved oracle, and spends much of his time following each of your footfalls throughout the hallways and endless stairs of Eidelwel’s castle. Doing what companions do and leaving pastry crumbs on your carpet and using the curtains of your canopy bed as handkerchiefs, cataloguing each laugh that escapes your delicate throat, and putting an end to any miserable wretch that tries to steal you away.

Perhaps it’s easier for mortals to suffer the maelstrom of affection in silence, but it’s not so simple for Judas. You’re the light he had only dreamt of before, the peace a loathsome demon should never have. It’s no wonder he takes to the twisting roads of Eidelwel’s town center to drown out his hunger for your love in the chest of som