Snippet #1699542

Jude Sylvari - (Prudence)

Jude was panting and sweating as he looked at the others. Several hours had passed as the group battled countless angels. During the course of the battle, Jude had bounced between attacking angels in the distance and healing the others and he was starting to feel drained from the whole experience. The others were now fighting with various cuts, bruises, and torn clothing. Lust was the only one who had suffered a severe injury: a blow to the head which had knocked her out cold. As Jude approached her limp body to heal her, a thought hit Jude: Greed, Charity, Wrath, Courage, Lust, Gluttony, and himself were fighting the onslaught of angels, but where were the others? Surely they must have heard the loud noises of battle? Had they really been so selfish to leave them battling the angels alone? Looking back at the others, and seeing that they were making easy work of the last few angels, Jude decided to confront the others that remained in their rooms.

Stomping towards the hallway, Jude began to grow furious Where the hell were the others?! We could have really used some help back... Jude's thoughts were cut short as he stopped at the opening of the hallway to the rooms. An icy shiver ran down his spine as he saw streaks of blood painted across the walls and broken furniture scattered across the floor. Something bad happened... clearly the room was a tale of an intense battle, one the others and himself were oblivious to. All of the rooms' doors were closed except for the room at the end of the hallway...Hope's room. The door was broken on its hinge and swung back and forth, creaking that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It felt almost like a sign sent from the universe that the only door open was Hope's. Jude walked slowly towards the room with each step causing his heart to beat faster and faster. Every creak under his feet sounded like a monster groaning and the hallway seemed to stretch for miles.

Reaching the opening to the room, Jude opened the door gingerly with his hand slowly peering inside. What he saw inside would reawaken the memories and emotions he had tried so hard to contain from his human life. Blood...so much blood... Indeed it was a...disturbing sight. The bodies of the missing Sins and Virtues lay at the center of the room with the walls being painted in a crimson red and the once white carpet soaked in the blood of his new housemates. With it an eerie silence, one that would drive the average person mad...the kind of silence that was more terrifying than any scream. It was such a grizzly experience, and the worst part about it was that the killer stood right above the bodies motionless.

Jude's heart froze as he realized who had just paid the temple a visit. Barely above a whisper, he uttered "Death..."