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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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(Oh, I'm sorry for not responding! But I sprained my hand and it's hard to respond with lengthy paragraphs without immense pain, so I've been trying to take a break and stay away from strenuous work. So I apologize but it might take me a long time to respond.

Also, I love your character! They are very intriguing and dark. There's nothing wrong with them from what I can tell.)

( @JokerOfTheDeck Oh my goodness! Please rest your hand then! I actually suffered from a similar injury about two weeks agoso I know how long it can take for a hand to fully recover. Thank you for the nice comment about my cannibal witch character. Please rest and get well soon!
@Divine-Irish-Potato That sounds like a fun idea! Any thoughts on what kind adventure they would go one and what would the goal be? Your character seems very lively and fun to rp with

(Okay that sounds pretty good. I gotta nerf Hex for that cause she doesn't function by human rules and would break everything lol, but I can make it work! She just won't be that active. Would we be fighting against your heroes, or new heroes all together?

Allison and Azrael were walking around, when they bumped into Vozreal and Hex.
"Oh, hello." Allison said.
"Hello, Allison! Pleasure to meet you today!" Vozreal said to her.
"This is my partner in crime, Hex!"

Hex wheezed at the sound of Vozreal's enthusiasm when he said "partner in crime." She had more than half a mind to cleave him open right then and there, but opted to simply watch how this would play out. She was under contract anyway. As her ugly cackling died down, she turned her blank gaze and wicked grin to the newcomers. More beings wrapped in pure flesh. What a strange phenomenon. And are you two affiliated with the pleasures of carnage, or do you ruin that joy with morals? She talked slow and deliberate, but every word was drenched in malice.

"I reap souls. What do YOU think?" Azrael taunted.
"Morals are good!" Allison stated.

Vozreal chuckled.
"How naive."

Hex brought head up to the ceiling and harshly snapped her gaze to the one named Allison. The thought of tearing this one open and making a heretical buffet of her limbs was a thought that made her grin widen to the point of splitting her head apart. But. The contract. Child of Grotesque Flesh… She started with her words now drowning in viscous toxins. Be warned how you arrange the sounds that come from your disgusting little mouth. Lest your pale throat be severed from your very neck. She bent her waist to match the height of the human, bringer her face to face with Allison. She let a puff of breath escape from her teeth, hoping a curse would slither its way into her lungs. (Little question, but how are you with swearing? Does excessive cussing make you uncomfortable? Hex can get aggressive with her language at times.)

( @JokerOfTheDeck Oh my goodness! Please rest your hand then! I actually suffered from a similar injury about two weeks agoso I know how long it can take for a hand to fully recover. Thank you for the nice comment about my cannibal witch character. Please rest and get well soon!

(Oh shoot, I hope your all better now! I'll hopefully get better within the week, but the doctor said it could take even up to 5 months to properly heal. :/ So, we'll see where it goes and I'll stalk for now if that's okay.)

Hex brought head up to the ceiling and harshly snapped her gaze to the one named Allison. The thought of tearing this one open and making a heretical buffet of her limbs was a thought that made her grin widen to the point of splitting her head apart. But. The contract. Child of Grotesque Flesh… She started with her words now drowning in viscous toxins. Be warned how you arrange the sounds that come from your disgusting little mouth. Lest your pale throat be severed from your very neck. She bent her waist to match the height of the human, bringer her face to face with Allison. She let a puff of breath escape from her teeth, hoping a curse would slither its way into her lungs. (Little question, but how are you with swearing? Does excessive cussing make you uncomfortable? Hex can get aggressive with her language at times.)

(I cuss like a sailor, so it's fine!)
"Does childishly threatening me make you feel better about your sad, pathetic life? Besides… I'm an Angel, Bringer of Light. I could make you blind if I wanted to." Allison declared.

Silence. A dreadful silence lingers. Hex is frozen where she stands, her gaze unmoving, as if she had become a statue. Then, the silence was shattered by a more dreadful sound. KKKKKKKHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She sucks in breath as if she were drowning and bellows again.
AAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally, after the sound of thousands of screaming souls died in her throat, she regains her composure and refocuses her eyes onto Allison, but an apparent madness had consumed the whiteness, replacing the false uneasiness she had displayed with ferocious bloodlust. Oh you misguided, underestimating, vile, virulent, pernicious, ignorant, dense, foolish creature! My life is all but "sad and pathetic." My life has been filled with nothing but the most delightful, magnificent joy to ever be known! She raised her claws to her sides and emphasized her words as she brandished her crimson tips. Somehow, the dried blood had begun to liquify again. I have drowned myself in all that gives me pleasure! I know nothing but triumph in my life. Tasting fear and death has always been my purpose, my mantra in my existence! Her blankness became more chaotic, the air around her shifted into something grim and foul. And that look. That LOOK of pure and utter hatred you bestow upon me is my greatest pleasure I can take away from any living breathing creature! She suddenly spoke low and quiet. Except your organs and skin of course. The wickedness in her face distorted the world and a darkness fell behind her. The death of love and life is my impetus, child. The room, once submerged in a sickening, disgusting darkness, had been stripped of such depravity a moment later. The energy she had released and the curses she casted all retreated back into her body and the room returned to its previous state in the blink of an eye. But I'm afraid that will simply not be displayed today. She feigned weariness and exhaustion. I am bind by something I cannot break, so you will be spared by fate this time. She puts her claws behind her back and made the most uneasy and disturbing face yet: a polite and gentle smile. (I'm so sorry I got carried away,,,,,,)

(Let the hate flow through you! BWAHAHAHA!)
"Oh, I don't have hatred on my face. I have boredom and disdain on my face. Please, come up with something ORIGINAL and CREATIVE next thing you wanna threaten me."

OH
Hex had tilted her head to the right until her neck was bent at a 90 degree angle. A bulge on her throat where a bone should be squirmed and writhed in pain, but she kept smiling. Riiiiiight, because being a paragon of light and goodness is such an original and creative idea. Truly, your existence hadn't been discussed as trite or oversaturated at all! It might very well be a whole new identity in general. She straightened her neck, causing the growth to be sucked back into her throat. I understand that you as a human or angel or whatever you want to think you are have an obligation to express the virtues hidden deep down in your beating little heart. Her grin became wide and bright, as did her eyes. The whiteness almost appeared to be shining against her pitch black fur. But know this; I am the Bane of Virtue. All hearts expressing their goodness is destined to fall into my chasm. She bent down to her face once more and squeezed a whisper from her throat. I am your antithesis, child. She straightens herself once more and turns to Vozreal. And why are you so silent? Losing your bark now that your nemesis is here? I thought more highly of you. She pauses. Not really, but at least give me something to work with. I can't hurt the brat.

"Oh, I only talk when I have something to say. Besides, she's my ex. I don't talk to my exes." Vozreal said to Hex

Hex's mouth made a simple frown, no grotesque distortions or misshapen skull structure. Just a plain old confused frown. What do letters have to do with talking to someone? I could have sworn her name did not bear any X's. Her frown turned into a scowl. If she is your enemy, attack her. Symbols should not interfere with the desire to maim and murder. She is hopelessly lost on any customs she is not familiar with.

"No no no. I broke up with her, and I dont talk to those I broke up with. And there are fates much worse than death."

Hex's eyes squinted and her frown deepened. Broken? You broke her? But she's ALIVE!! Hex started getting really pissed about that fact the some hotshot that got imprisoned was apparently making big talk. You did a shit job at breaking her! What's more, she has no permanent ailment or disfiguration on her form! You didn't do a damn thing!! The energy Hex had summoned to intimidate Allison had returned, but was different. Instead of altering the room, it only altered her. Her hair seized erratically in the air and her pointed claws curled outward. The sound of her gritting teeth was more audible than normal. And what 'fate worse than death' did you impose?? From the look of her skin and flesh, you hardly inflicted anything that could last eternally! You shoulda grounded her up while she was still alive and ate her unborn child or something to that effect! Her claws flexed menacingly and although her mouth was shut behind her teeth, there was a very high pitch screaming coming from her. It sounded like it was coming from under her clothing.

"Not in the literal sense, dumbass. You know what an relationship is?"

Azrael got her scythe out.

The energy around her immediately disintegrates and Hex rears her head up in surprise at this word. No? She puts her claw to her chin and ponders momentarily. I don't think I have. She looks at Vozreal with intrigue. Did you have relations with That One? Are you related? She looks at Azrael, who she had completely forgotten and regards her with annoyance. Put that shit down we're having a discussion. She decides to let civility dictate her behavior at least until she's out of here.

"We dated for a period of time, yes." Vozreal sighed "But we are not related. We were in an ROMANTIC relationship."
Vozreal noticed Hex was being civil.
"Why so civil now?"

Hex leaned her head back eerily slow, as if she were dragging her neck from its strained position. Ah. I abandoned my capacity to love long before I became the Heretical Beast. She cringed at the thought of feeling love, or worse, the thought of being loved. My civility is born from an agreement I made with a higher being. It doesn't concern you. Her eyes became full of anger. I cannot exercise destruction under this agreement lest I beckon a creature that can bypass this realm and kill me swiftly. The anger swells as she bared her teeth, looking down onto the floor and piercing the tile beneath her. If that BITCH wants to fight again, I'd be much too happy to carve her open. Her menacing aura returned much more brutal than before and a competitive glint shined brightly in her white eyes.