Judar Scenarios and One Shots

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Summary:

*name omitted* asked:

I don't know why but I had this weird headcanon that growing up Judar had a childhood friend(that was also his crush) who in the end was killed right before his eyes. Could do a scenario involving that? I just love my emo magi and you're just an amazing writer. Once again thank you for reading this

Rating - 'Teen' for mild descriptions of violence

Judar could only stare down at the mangled body in front of him, feeling his entire body beginning to go numb, starting from his fingertips and slowly spreading. Just a moment ago, he had been walking his friend, casually talking about what new hobbies they had recently gotten into. His friend had always liked to talk about stupid shit like that, meaningless conversations that Judar was perfectly content to listen to for hours.

What had even happened? They had just been walking together, when his friend suddenly stopped. Out of nowhere, gashes appeared over almost every inch of their body, ripping them to shreds and causing them to instantly collapse into a bloody mess on the stone floor. Judar could not really react, only able to stare as waves of confusion swept over him. Could this really be true? Was he just having another one of his fucked up nightmares that plagued him constantly?

His body beginning to tremble, Judar's eyes slowly began to follow the puddle of blood that crawled towards him. Unable to move, the panic began to arise in him when he felt the hot crimson liquid begin to seep between his toes. It was real. His friend, this person he had grown up with and had come to adore was dead, now nothing but a bloody pile of meat. He could feel his stomach beginning to twist into a million tight knots, and he could feel the hot burn of vomit at the back of his throat.

But, before he could even react to his nausea, it was subsided, hearing a voice suddenly speak behind him. It was a soft, gentle voice that he knew all too well. So sweet, yet full of malice. Still, he did not move, hearing the sound of multiple sets of foot steps approaching him. The voice spoke again softly as he felt a hand placed on his shoulder. "My dear Judar, what is the matter? Have you found a corpse?" The delicate hand squeeze his shoulder gently. "What a useless pile of flesh. Who left that here?"

Judar felt anger begin to boil inside of him, his gaze slowly turning to the woman who was touching him. Gyokuen only smiled sweetly at him as his blank gaze met her, not affected at all by the carnage. She removed her hand from him, and Judar finally noticed the group of at least a dozen of her minions behind her, some grinning behind their masks. His mind began to race, so many emotions and thoughts making him unable to speak or move.

With a small sigh, Gyokuen began to walk around him, stepping over the corpse with obvious disrespect. "How filthy, ruining my pristine palace. I do not know how that happened, but I will send someone to clean it up. Judar, please come with me." Judar could feel the presence of the large group of men behind him, causing his heart to start racing and beads of sweat roll down his face. As if there were another force pulling him, he began to walk, stepping into the blood as he went. He could feel the sticky substance pull at his skin with each step he took, knowing he was leaving footprints without his eyes ever looking down.

Not a surprise, he thought, that this would happen to someone like him. He was that type of person, after all, to never have anything that made him happy. He could not even have a friend, it seemed, and Gyokuen was lucky he already had plans to rid of her. If not, he would have torn her to shreds like she did his lover. No, no, not his lover. That person was not his lover. Not yet, at least. Judar felt a sharp pain shoot through his chest at this thought, and he hung his head, beginning to feel that familiar feeling of loss.

"Oh come now, Judar, don't be so gloomy." Gyokuen spoke as she continued to walk in front of him. "You do not need people like that, do you?" Judar was silent, a dark glare targeted on that woman's back. Though, he spoke with a calm voice, even as his body shook and his stomach lurched.

"No, I guess I don't."