judah.

He welcomed you, as how a cathedral welcomes devils—with doors wide open and silence ready to hold the violence. “Have a seat, Abigail.” He gestured. @swastasai

entirely human—a sense of malevolent curiosity, or hunger dressed in silk—they drank in the contours of your figure, savoring your delicate features, honed by the cruelty of time. He stepped forward once, the sound of his footfall quieter than your cane.

“Abigail.” A whisper—no, a tasting of your name. “Right on time.” Judah turned his gaze to savour your presence, as one might regard a rare wine long anticipated; the bottle finally uncorked after years sealed in shadow. His gaze; always glinting with something not

Drawn to the edge, again and again, just to see who'd flinch first. Even though you were reluctant, perhaps deep inside, you craved the fall. @swastasai

then again—echoes folding into the hush like breath held too long. He did not glance at the door, though he heard every creak in the hallway, every soft scuff that might have been yours. He knew you'd come. Not because you promised, but because you were like him.

His office was empty by design—no witnesses, no noise; just the hum of a single light above. Judah waited still, silent, as though he'd been carving the moment. The meeting was arranged, yes—but it was not duty which kept him there; but you. The clock struck once,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. ㅤㅤ ✶⠀EXODUS 、@swastasai． ㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐓HE⠀ 𝓘NEVIT𝑨BLE . ㅤㅤㅤ

ㅡ FIN.