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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"Indeedy!" Vozreal said for him

Hm… How peculiar for one to have such connections with the very concept that guarantees the end of one's life. Do you know what will happen when you die? Hex puts a claw into her sleeve and rubs at her wrist. It's still irritated from its flawed regeneration process.

"My soul regenerates an new body around it. Sometimes its the same, sometimes not! I never know!" He chuckled

Hex lifts her head slightly to that. Ah. I do as well. No matter how destroyed or ripped apart I am, a singular piece of my original flesh can regenerate my entire body- she gives a wide harrowing grin. -and everyone else along with me. Her grin falters just a tad. There was one set back whenever she did "die." Although… when my mind is destroyed, I am forced to recess in to my deeper subconscious and… she pauses. She realizes she doesn't have to explain anything to these people and simply stops talking. She changes the subject very abruptly. About that curse. Do you want to die at some point or would you rather stay immortal? She asks quicker than she normally would.

"I don't know, actually. Living is nice, but the release of death would be good as well!"

"I would rather stay immortal, thank you. If I died who would rule over my people and slaughter them in the hundreds?" he asked, you could hear the smile on his face as he said 'slaughter.'

Hex simply shrugs. Whatever will lengthen your reign of carnage. Just make sure your world is in ruins by the time you die. Or else your existence would have had no meaning. She lowers herself to the ground and rests on the floor. From the way she props herself it gives the illusion she doesn't have legs. Even when she is sitting, she still looks monstrously huge. How will you go about breaking the curse if you decide to do so? If you claim you are incapable of feeling that deplorable emotion then is it even possible for you to break it at all? She props her head on her right palm as she scans Vozreal.

"I am incapable of feeling ROMANTIC love. I am capable of feeling platonic love."

"It's not gonna happen anytime soon though…"

A low rumbling emanates from Hex's chest, like a guttural boiling of her innards. Same. Difference. She gives him a fierce gaze, but not with malice. With judgment. I pruned my soul of all that abysmal excessiveness long before I began my ascent. With your age and experience, you should do the same if you aim to carve the world apart. She crosses her arms and glares at Vozreal, as if she were disappointed. She switches her gaze to the King for a moment. You better not be succumbing to any forms of that emotion either, Shadow King. Not even for your aunt. Every form of it deserves to perish if one desires to kill. She refocuses onto her claw once more. Not even to inspect it. Simply because she'd rather look at it than the other two.

"I don't use it so it may as well be gone. I use empathy instead. And no one can tell the difference."

"Like I've stated before, I never show love to anyone, not even the one I decided to marry."

Hex nods in understanding. I see. Good to know that all of us can resist every effect of that abominable sensation. She leans her eyes towards her claws with disdain and then quickly shifts her gaze. Now then, back to death and regeneration. Do you know what will happen to you two when you die? I know exactly what happens to my kind the moment we pass on, but apparently most creatures do not. She folds her claws a top her lap in a mockery of a polite guise.

"I already told you." He said

"not really, I only "died" once. everything was blurry and played in slow-motion then everything went black and i woke up in the hospital. I was only a toddler when it happened…." he then began to mumble something about how Aunt Death killed the guy who shot him.

"Is your Aunt Death the same one who raised you?" He asked, curious

"no. I have two aunts. My Aunt Ivy and My Aunt Death. "

I see… are the aunts related to you by blood in any way?

he pulled out a blunt and began to smoke it.

"My Aunt Ivy. she's my fathers sister."

Hex nods at the King's response. At least you have allies in your pursuit for conquest, and Death being among them gives you an advantage. Despite your loathing, do not let them go. They will be reliable assets, especially your Aunt. She grins maliciously to herself. The word "aunt" gives her mixed feelings, but nonetheless, she feels nothing but satisfaction when she hears it. She turns to her head to observe Vozreal bring out a strange object and put it to his lips, blowing out a wisp of smoke and appearing far more at ease. She leans in and smells the smoke. It smells… disgusting. What the hell is that? She puts her claw over her nose and leans far away from him.

"Weed, want some?" he offered

Hex looks at the blunt he held out to her. She carefully takes it between her claws. It looks comically small in her huge fingers. She brings it to her mouth. And throws it down her throat. Not even chewing, just deadass swallows it in one maneuver. She looks to Vozreal with a confused look on her face. What now?

Did you just… EAT it?" he facepalmed