a knock at the door // jud duplenticy.
synopsis: you had your eyes set on facing the end of the world alone, it’s what you deserved. but call it what you want, the will of god, testament, a lapse in judgment. you find yourself feeling a little less sure.
pairings: jud duplenticy x eater!reader (bones and all au)
warnings: cannibalism, mention of religious trauma, blood, and angst, (psa! i’m not a religious person so some things may be inaccurate).
a/n: should i drop part two…maybe???
Mangled pitfalls that managed to sink their way into your stomach. It ached horrifically as you continued to push it further down. It would work, in the late night drives off to nowhere good, but more often than not you felt it. The hunger. All consuming, the teeth were fang like. You’d sooner douse yourself in blood, the feeling of warmth metallic ichor filling your throat and the stain of sweat and filth sticking to your teeth, consuming you than, damning you from ever being clean again. And you hated yourself for it. It’s why you left. Why you took that truck and made the decision to try, force it down—become clean—make it better.
Chimney Rock was a place you could never call home. But it’d make do for now, it has to. The hunger had subsided by the time you pulled into the lot. That much you could remember, and the dangling cross swaying back and forth on the dash felt like a calling, or perhaps a sick joke.
You’d always had a complicated relationship with God. Had he been real? Had he even been a he at all? And if he was real and true the way others claimed…why did he do this to you, why allow you to feel so eternally damned. A walking example of a demon rose in flesh, why make you?
Coming from a small town where the bible was more of a declaration than decoration. You knew a place like this would happen to leave a mark on you. You remember the guy whose car this was before, older farmer type from the outskirts coming in. No one would miss him, hell no one had from the looks of his wallet, a small crumpled up note saying ‘go to hell’ and the picture in his wallet from years before, maybe before you were even conceived. A baby girl in his hands and a wife’s hand tenderly placed on his shoulder. Fuck, the thought made you sick again—how people are and will always be people. That someone like you can take it all away like that just off need and want alone.
It’s why you’re here now. You’ll take anything at this point.
