&. formed from shadow and starlight settles against the side of the demon’s face.
“your son, haneul, requested your return. quite a desperate little thing.”
the moment life returns, kaelthys knows — not because the corpse moves, not because those dulled golden eyes open, but because something ancient shifts.
a thread that had once been severed now trembles with existence once more. judas lives.
It's been a few years after the death of the demon. Many had moved on, others haven't. As the demon's corpsed lay there, the god himself stood beside him, wearing the face of the man who he barely remembers but he knows he married. It took a few moments for the soul to +
&. easily navigate.
this creature standing before it was judas, and yet not entirely — a soul still learning how to inhabit itself
another growl, another attempt to kill. kaelthys steps forward, and unlike judas, it can touch. a hand &.
now comes the cruelest part: the waiting — because no god, no matter how ancient, can force a soul to wake. all they can do is open the door. whether the person on the other side chooses to walk through it… is another matter entirely.