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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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(OOC: You good.)
"He… hehe…hmhmhm…"
Hel lightly laughs to herself at Azgoroth's words as Hex looks at her with blazing, blank eyes.
If you even entertain the thought of healing her, I will rip you to shreds, stag.
Hel continues to struggle to hold her weight and Hex watches her with disdain and disgust.
Actually. This is pathetic. When we strife, I want her at full power. She crosses her arms and grits her teeth. I know no healing abilities. They would all kill her. Summon your "Darioth."

(Oh, sorry about that. :/)

“Good. DARIOTH”

“Here my lord” said the small wisp popping into existence “dark heading Magica. Now”

“Yes my lord” replied Darioth, vanishing for a moment and then reappearing. This time wreathed in a comforting darkness “this one” he says indicating Hel “but…”

“Now Darioth” growled Azgoroth.

“Yes my lord” hurriedly replied Darioth pouring the inky Magica into Hels wound. Slowly it began to close “Is that all my lord?”

“Yes. You may go now”

“At once my lord”. With that, the small green wisp disappeared.

Hel touches her chest to feel nothing but fur. A smile brightens her face and she lets out some small laughs.
"Ha, haha! I'm okay! I'm better now!" She looks to Azgoroth and takes his hand into her hers and shakes it vigorously. "Thank you so much! You're a swell fella!" Her face beams up at him with genuine gratitude.

“Ah. Your welcome?” Replies Azgoroth, utterly confused “was she always like this?” He asks Vex while watching Hel.

Hel chortles softly. "Oh come on now, I'm just being grateful! You helped me, and I want to return the thanks. It's completely normal, so don't think I'm weird just cause I-" She was about to go on a monologue about the value of gratitude until a giant black claw wraps itself around her head. She pauses her speech only to respond in a small voice.
"Ah?"
Hex grips Hel's head, lifts her up high above herself and slams her sister onto the ground with all of her strength. Hel lies face down in a small crater very similar to the one Hex made before and does not move for a few seconds. When the dust settles, she puts a finger up and points it to Hex. She lifts her head and besides some minor scratches and a dirty scowl, appears unharmed.
"Dick move bro. Dick. Move."
She stands herself up and brushes the dust off her robes while spitting to her right. "At least give me a warning next time. PFFBBT!" Hex growls ferociously and speaks in a low, dangerous tone. Leave or fight me. That is your only choice.

Hel looks ups in surprise. "Hex, we talked about this. The contract said-"
FORGET THE FUCKING CONTRACT!
Hel recoils slightly and stiffens at the outburst. Hex's teeth are bared once more and elongate past what her mouth can logically hold. Fight me. Now. She steps forward. You owe me. After how you died. After how pathetic you were. I want a rematch. Your screams are incomplete without your struggle. Hel's eyes widen and her brows furrow. "Hex… listen you need to-" She was cut off by a huge black claw coming down onto her. The claw slams onto the ground with unforgiving force as the earth shook and the dust flew again. She ducks and rolls to her left and bounces back up on her feet with hesitation in her eyes. "Hex! Why!? You already killed me! What more do you want!? I struggled, I begged, the whole thing! Why do you want to fight!?" Hex looks up to her with fury and indignation. Bile spills from between her fangs and eyes glisten that harsh whiteness that stands out from her fur. She simply repeats.
You owe me.

He ate the popcorn some more

"I will agree" mused Azgoroth "this is quite the interesting turn of events, speaking of events. What is the strange white cloud like construct you are consuming called?"

"Popcorn! Want some?"

"I suppose" replied Azgoroth accepting a small container of the substance from Vozreal, he picked one up and slowly placed it in his mouth "Hm. It has almost no flavor, though it is rather salty. This would go well with a drink of some kind and some entertainment. What an interesting food item!"

"Good thing there's enterainment here! And some drinks there!" He said, making a lot of different drinks appear.

"this one seems interesting" said Azgoroth picking up a dark drink with bubbles inside of it "I have never smelled this one before, now THAT" he said indicating a bottle of fine whisky "I have smelled, this one interests me more though". He stuck his tongue into the cup "Hm! this is strangely pleasant! it tastes vaguely like some type of nectar".

(he's drinking a Coca Cola btw. Thought it would be funny)

"that's coca cola! Come sit with me and watch the entertainment that's happening!" He was sitting in a chair. There was a empty chair next to him

Hel looks from Hex to Vozreal and Azgoroth and then back to Hex and then back again and does this so much she gets dizzy. She stomps her foot and glares at the two. “OH I AM SOOOO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE ENJOYING THE SHOW. YOU WANT SOME CANDY TOO?!”
Hex doesn’t react to the others and stretches a claw out to grab her sisters throat. Hel chokes out a yelp as she is brought face to face with her sister. She grabs at the claws and tries to pry herself from their grasp, but every inch she makes only makes the grip tighter.
You owe me.
Hex hisses the mantra to her sister as she lifts her up to meet eyes. Hel stares wide into that horrible whiteness she used to see. Then with her struggling breath, ushers her last saving throw.
“I… I-I… I’m not at f-full power!”
WHAT!?
Hex immediately drops Hel like she burned her and roars at her sister. Hel regains her breath and footing and scrambled out a quick explanation. “M-my existence isn’t qualified in this world anymore! My manifestation runes were damaged and now I only have access to a small amount of my powers. Even my magic reservoir has been cut short. I don’t think I could even use Void Magic now…” Hel gets quieter as Hex’s eyes become wide and bright with rage. She heaves heavily and turns around to pummel the ground. Debris and rocks flies past Hel as she takes a couple steps back towards Vozreal and Azgoroth. “Umm… she might need some time to cool down…”
FUCKASSSONOFABITCHFUCKWHOREMOTHERFUCKINGSHITBULLSHITFUCKSHITMOTH-
“… a lot of time…”

"Candy! What A great idea!" He made a lot of different candy appear

Azgoroth laughs "It has been a while since I enjoyed myself this much, though sitting in a chair may be a problem with my lower body being as it is, I suppose I can arrange something". He slithers into a strange position inside the chair and settles down "Where are you getting these food items?"

"From the universe!" He stated

"Ah, where was this one in particular from? I don't get out much anymore" he says indicating the cup of Coca Cola "I would like to study this particular world".

"The secret coca cola vault itself!" He stated

"Fascinating" said Azgoroth "I shall look into it more".

"Yes! I shall have to show you! For now, let's watch!" He said, giving his popcorn to Azgoroth

“Could you guys shut it?! Nows not the time for sweets!” She tries to step toward Hex with little hesitation and talks. “Hex, I-“
FUCK YOU.
Hel shuts herself up as Hex turns around with a menagerie of disgust, anger, and disappointment on her face. FUCK YOU. I HATE YOU. I FUCKING HATE YOU AND THE DAY I KILLED YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WAS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
Hel looks down away from Hex. Her shoulders rise up to the side of her head and her back arches lower. Hex snaps at her like a dog. Fucking pathetic. Make yourself stronger and I will come back. If you are not repaired when I return, I will kill you.
And with that, a hazing blackness coats Hex and she vanished with a blink. Hel looks at the spot her sister had been and sighs in defeat. She walks over to the other two, sits down, and holds out her hand. “Can I get some popcorn please? I was wrong. It is the time for sweets.”

"'It's not the time for sweets' '“OH I AM SOOOO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE ENJOYING THE SHOW. YOU WANT SOME CANDY TOO?!' Remember that?" He mocked, chuckling

"Hmmm, your sister is an enigma" Says Azgoroth producing a large book from nowhere "Ah well, time to start planning strategies against her I suppose". He begins running his hands an empty page of the book like a blind man reading braille, small runes begin to appear "The information Darioth gathered was quite fascinating… quite fascinating indeed. Roughly how long have we been here? I would say around, three solar cycles my time, what about you Vozreal?"