InsaneJournal

The last time Mary had seen Judas was almost three years ago. She'd been so happy with Huitzilopotchli at the time, so in love and completely convinced that the sacrifices she was making were justified to keep him. She and Judas had met at some fancy restaurant and she'd told her old friend that she forgave him. She had to. She'd understood she was probably worse than he was.

But since then she'd gone questing through New Mexico to find purpose, had ended things with the Aztec, and had hidden out in Hawaii avoiding everyone and making friends with a local sea god.

Settling back into New York was hard. There were people here who wanted to see her and she wanted to see them but... it was complicated. Mary always felt a distance from her fellow saints, and since taking up with a cannibalistic war god who hated her people, that distance had only grown.

But then there was Judas. Judas who she had such a messy past with. Judas who was the only one who could wallow quite as well as she could when she put her mind to it.

So she showed up at the address Judas had given her, in ragged edged denim shorts and a white tee, and knocked on his door. She hadn't brought anything to drink. He was the one with money, so he could provide.