Historias de Judas

Lucifer had imagined this day since the very first hour of his fall. In his dreams, the first thing that would greet him were warm embraces and mutual apologies between him and his family. Then, they would talk about all the years they had spent apart- perhaps even open the old photo albums from their days together, only to discover that one picture was missing. And that's when Lucifer would take the photo out of his pocket and tell them it was the last thing he took from his room before he fell. But that's not what happened. They were going to a meeting with Heaven's High Court , this time, he will be thereand there were cuffs around his wrists-placed there by Michael himself-so he couldn't use his virtue. Michael had tried to take his cane as well, but after a heated argument with Charlie and Vaggie, they allowed him to keep it so he wouldn't limp his way to the trial. Now, it was time to decide whether Charlie's dream would become reality- or remain just a dream, and die like all of her father's dreams before it.

Am Vorabend des digitalen Zeitalters, als die Menschheit glaubte, durch die unsichtbaren Fäden von Glasfaserkabeln und elektromagnetischen Impulsen den Höhepunkt des Wissens erreicht zu haben, erwachte in den Hochsicherheitsservern von Berlin ein uralter Schatten zum Leben. Das Bild eines Mannes in einfacher Kleidung, die Kapuze tief ins Gesicht gezogen, der allein durch einen Betonbunker auf ein blendendes Licht zuging, hinter dem Gestalten wie Engel und Raubvögel zugleich schwebten, war nicht nur eine mystische Vision. Diese Silhouette war Lucian Valerius, ein Mann gefangen an der Grenze zwischen dem Zusammenbruch einer mathematischen Welt und der Offenbarung einer göttlichen Wahrheit, die die moderne Technologie vergeblich zu begraben versucht hatte. Was als einfache Cybersicherheitsanalyse begonnen hatte, sollte zur Chronik eines globalen Verrats werden, dessen Wurzeln tief in die Erde des antiken Israels und in die eisernen Strukturen des Römischen Reiches reichten und sich heute in Form einer absoluten digitalen Diktatur aus dem Fernen Osten manifestierten.

Warning, swearing. Posting this for someone who doesn't have Wattpad. Originally written by her, but I rewrote It since It was filled with errors (she used a translator) and I wanted to make It easier to read. Credits: Samirita on PixelPetz

In life's great journey of self-discovery, there's a person wandering (me) like a bird eager to spread its wings and soar. But he feels trapped, like a bird in a cage, unable to unleash his full potential (the cage is too small for the wingspan) He's frustrated, feeling like a river caught between the pull of gravity and the open sky. So, he turns to poetry, using words to express the deep longing inside him. He sees himself as a single note in life's grand symphony, hoping to blend with the universe's melody. And he finds comfort in knowing he's not alone in this quest. As time passes, he realizes that the true journey isn't just about reaching a goal, but about discovering himself along the way, like a phoenix rising from its own ashes (Vergil reference)

Des années après la crucifixion, un vieil homme se met à écrire ce que personne n'a jamais osé dire. Le monde le croit mort depuis longtemps. Son nom est Judas - et il était là. Le onzième jour revisite la naissance d'une croyance à travers le regard de celui que l'Histoire a désigné comme le traître : ce qui s'est vraiment passé cette nuit-là, l'homme qu'il a retrouvé vivant des années plus tard, et une vérité si dangereuse qu'il faudra la cacher pour qu'elle survive. Un premier roman saisissant sur la mémoire, le mensonge et ce qui reste quand tout le reste est oublié.

Because I like TBOI

Let's say the Black Order was not the only organization against the Noah. Let's say this "new" order lied waiting in the shadows for the right moment. Let's say Allen Walker's sister was a member of this mysterious "White Order." Why has this order hidden in the shadows? Why should it have needed too? Is the White Order as pristine as it appears when it starts making its big moves? What is the history between these two orders? Why are they disturbingly similar even down to the uniforms they wear? Is there something the White Order doesn't want to be revealed? Or perhaps is it the other way around? Why has the Black Order conducted itself the way it has so far? As a bookman once said, the story continues. The question is, is its history recorded correctly? Who are the bookmen anyway? Why were they trained to do what they do? Who started their mission? Many more questions still permeate the spectrum between Black and White. Between the blurred line of horrid reality and crude imagination.

Judas es una carta breve del Nuevo Testamento

a book on original characters

Judas' kiss By james a. galgano Where does heaven await such idle threats made upon dotted line? Leading into impending shadows where we await an answer so inclined. Describing every avenue to escape endless malady, which remains uninvited guest. Making their home within our unfulfilled embrace as if all questions were a test. Manufactured in some enslaved industry where every waking hour was mere grind. Turning all hopes and prayers within every cipher working to earn a life within time. Passing before ever blinking eye-needing sleep perchance to dream before we wake. Impatiently realizing mistakes made upon assembly line extending into heartbreak. Where cock crows thrice while we forever deny all guilt for promises never made Leading us to forever understand no matter who we were we would be betrayed.

This poem describes what I think falling in love is like especially for persons that try to avoid such an occurrence for whatever their reason. This is the first time I have really tried to make a poem rhyme... I avoided doing so before because I found it in my opinion to be.... cheesy... LOLL!!! Nevertheless I tried it for this particular piece I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave comments as to what you thought of it :)

A collection of poems; thoughts and observations gathered along the never ending path to inner peace. SOME OF THIS WILL PROBABLY OFFEND.

*DISCLAIMER* I have no hatred towards Christians/ Christianity etc. or any branch of that religion. This is simply a parody of the christian holy book in which Jesus becomes a tumblr blogger. I'm not trying to attack any religions, this is simply a work of hypothetical fiction. I also do not own any of the characters, franchises, or religions in this story.

In a realm where divine destiny and damnation intertwine, Lucifer-the fallen Morning Star-and Judas-the infamous betrayer-cross paths in the depths of Hell. As echoes of biblical prophecy resonate around them, both are forced to confront the painful questions of free will, guilt, and predestination. Lucifer, burdened by his fall, challenges Judas to see that their fates may have been sealed long before their choices were made. Driven by the need for redemption and answers, Judas embarks on a perilous journey toward the Throne of God-a passage that promises judgment, truth, and the possibility of ultimate absolution. Amidst the interplay of light and darkness, their entwined destinies ask: can one ever truly choose, or are they all merely pawns in a divine design?