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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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(Actually, I will!)
A man with a rather Bendy from Bendy and the Ink Machine smile and Terrifyingly Crimson eyes entered the chat.

"Hello, Ladies and Gentleman, or whatever you are! It is I, the being whose name shall never be uttered by human tongue! But you can call me Vozreal! What is your name, my good fellow/dear/whatever?"

Black ooze slowly expands on the floor. The liquid gives the illusion of a hole on the ground until the hole begins to rise. A tall foreboding mass of darkness stands in the middle of the area. Two large white spheres appear at the top, and then a crescent disc pointing upwards aligns itself beneath them. The mass viscously distorts momentarily until the blackness is shed to reveal a sick perversion of life. A creature with long billowing black hair with edges sharp enough to piece walls. Claws long and gangly tipped with black curses and red blood. All wrapped up in what best can be described in an unidentifiable outfit that could best be described as a basic military uniform with a long black skirt that covers its feet. It rears its ugly head up to observe the location it spawned in, waiting for a response.

"Hello my good fellow! What is your name?" Vozreal had a tuxedo on

The creature looked down at the being before her. She slowly tilted her head at the sight of a thing she had never seen before. How interesting… her voice was like a legion of voices, all whispering, but also screaming. I had always assumed that I had donned the most grotesque visage of flesh in my world… She observes Vozreal a little longer, absorbing every detail of his suit and his human looking skin. I am apparently wrong. She does something akin to a low chuckle to herself as she inspects his face. I abandoned the name I was given. I far prefer my title of "Hex" She answered the creatures question with little deviation.

"Hello Hex, Name's Vozreal!"

Vozreal She said his name slowly and deliberately. I see She looked around the room with what could be intrigue, but it was difficult to tell with her unmoving facial features. She sniffed the air lightly. It appears this is the realm for those who serve as sinister obstacles for another being. Most likely benign or otherwise. She carefully refocused her white gaze on the creature before her. What have you committed to be fit for such a title?

"I was imprisoned in Tartarus for trying to destroy God's Universe using True Chaos, how about you?" He knew that she thought he was her inferior, and intended to prove otherwise.

Her spine became an iron rod at his words as the deformed smile on her face became wider and more excited, crushing her eyes up into her scalp. A true connoisseur in the art of destruction! I am delighted to make an acquaintance with a foe as heretical as myself. She bows low with her forehead almost touching the floor and her hair drooling out from behind her head. As she rises once more she begins to ponder how to summarize her atrocities in one sentence. It would be quite the feat if she were able to. I… She begins and pauses. I ate a piece of "my god" and used it's power to kill half my world. She grins brightly at her choice of words. But then grimaced slightly at a sudden memory. And I would have devoured the rest if some pathetic excuse of a Guardian hadn't taken my head and burned my ashes in the bowels of beasts. And then threw me into the ocean. Prick.

"Oh? How evil…"

She regains that prideful look on her face and nods. I believe so. But that word is so childish… immature, even. I'd prefer an alternative if there was one, but I know there is not. She stares at the corner of the wall silently before asking another question. Who defiled your dream? Who stood or stands in your way as a defiant pest? She spat the last word hard enough where blood flies from her mouth. It is not hers.

"Lucifer Morningstar got in my way, and snitched like the little bitch that he is. He paid the price the next day, by falling from Heaven."

Hex hummed and nodded in understanding. She didn't quite comprehend the terminology of 'heaven' and 'morningstar' but she figures its not important to her. The existence of my very kin had weakened my power considerably. I needed to kill and eat them were I to take on the Void completely. She casted her eyes downward as her mouth reshaped once more into something more neutral, but still misshapen. Of course, the child was not easily disposed of. A fetus crawling out of ones throat is an unpleasant sensation. She chewed on her tongue slightly at the memory. She offered no further context.

"There's more of you?"

(Excuse the late response, some things came up)

A tall, lengthy man dressed in doctor's attire sauntered into the room, a sinister grin lingering on his dry lips. His stringy brown hair appeared neglected and knotted and his hazel eyes were glossed over. His eyes moved sluggishly across the room observing his surroundings. "Why, hello there. I'm Dr. Riddle." The doctor's greeting slithered off his tongue and dripped with false facade, masking a dark undertone. The bags that clung under his eyes revealed the fact that he had gotten a few hours of sleep in the past week.

"Hello, Doctor!"

It appears there is. Hex reared her head up and observed the newcomer. She tilted her head at him the same way she did when she first saw Vozreal. Fascinating… She drawled slowly. Creatures wrapped in unburdened flesh is a common occurrence among the other realms. She looked at the doctor and then the fast talking demon then back at the doctor. Have your sins made you worthy of a title of a diabolical creature? Her grin widened to a degree where the corners of her mouth could pierce her eyes.

The doctor released a small chuckle. "My, my," he gingerly placed his fingers on his lips as to ponder the question the creature had asked. "Diabolical?" He laughed to himself again. "My god, what a strong word. I would rather the word 'saviour', it just seems so much more…me." A grin split across his face in a slit of insanity as his glossy hazel eyes glinted with mischief. "Can you say that about yourself? Are you worthy of your diabolical title?" Riddle skeptically eyed the creature. He couldn't help but to be fascinated by the appearance of the odd figure before him.

Hex let out a screech that sounded like a perversed attempt at a hearty laugh, her head slung back on her neck as her mouth split open to reveal too many rows of teeth. Had the two men been positioned higher, they could see her throat lined with eyes filled with fear and confusion. She let it out slow and steady as she regained her composure, returning to her white grin. Am I worthy? She needed a moment to register such an obvious question with an obvious answer. Yes, I know I am. She flexed her neck sharply until a crack was heard in her spine and straightened herself to full height. Had my adversaries not stopped me in my reign, my world would be in my throat. She scowled at the thought of her thwarted goal. Damnit, I was so close."