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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"I've dealt with worse. And I'm sure your husband is lucky to have someone like you…"

Hel cackles loudly. "FUGG YEAH BRO!! BOFE OF EM! I lovem, they loveme andnad-" she sits up and starts yelling "WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILEEEEE! OH SHIT I SHOUDLNT SING! Dats like, magic cancer er some shit. Like u gon fucgin die. it sucks." She lays back down and giggles to herself while she thinks fond things for herself. "Cherrrrie… lemzz… I hope yur okay… my dorky fruitssss… Gra… grape'll be home ssoooonn…" She dozes off again.

“If you want some you may have some” replies Azgoroth indicating the half full wine bottle “better not to waste it”.

He drank it all.
"Why do you have pink fluffy ears???" He asked, drunk as fuck rn

"F-f-f-fluffee ears??" Hel sat up with a start, eyes stubbornly refusing to open. "Awe mah bois here?? Thuh-thee- guarzz, garddzzzz, ians? Arw they here??" She looks around with her eyes unopened and then starts frantically shaking her head all around. "oh-OH SHIT! GUYS IM BLIND. IM SCREWED. O UNNO HOW- HOW AM GINNA GIT THE SHIT, SHIT!" She reaches out in front of her, slapping the ground and Vozreal in the process.

“What have I done?” Groaned Azgoroh “Darioth get me a book on rune restoration please. That’s a subject I haven’t memorized. Another bottle of the wine would be nice as well”.

“Planning to get drunk as well sir?”

“You of all people know that alchohol has no effect on me”.

“I was only jesting sir, your book and wine”.

“Thank you Darioth”. Azgoroth looked at the pair and sighed “the only thing more bizarre than this would be to see a drunk hex telling everybody how much she loved them”.

Hel sharply sits up and abruptly starts cackling and howling. Her eyes are wide open, flashing different spectrums of colors and her mouth is stretched open, breathing out flames wreathed in violet energy. Her hair stands up to its apex and quivers at her volatile reaction. She laughs for a long time.
AAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
She inhales sharply and bellows out another, heartier shrill cackle.
AAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAKHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
She breathes in one final time and her hair slowly falls back into place while her eyes and mouth revert to normal. She looks lazily up into the air, looking at the wisps of smoke.
"I had a dream like that once…" Her tone indicates she's sober, but her lazy grin and droopy eyes suggest otherwise. "She told me she loved me. And that she was sorry for everything she ever did. And I forgave her…" She steadily looks down at the ground, staring intently at her feet. Her smile falters. "Then I woke up…"
She sighs and falls backwards, wrist over her head in exasperation. She holds out her other hand towards Azgoroth and flicks her fingers towards herself. "Hand me some more angry grape juice…"

Vozreal, drunk off his radio dial nips, decided to sing happy birthday to himself

Hel sits up again and clamps his mouth shut. "DUDE. I JUST SAID I'D GET MAGIC CANCER! BE A BOR AR BRO AND DON'T SING!" She hangs her head against her chest and sighs. "I's get… get… somethin…. it aint good… hic" She pounds her fist against her leg. "WHEREZ THE ANGY GRAPE SAUCE!?"

He only sang louder.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!" He began
"Shut up, dad." Britney said.
"Oh, britney! I forgot you were here!!"

"NO!! SHUT UP!!" She clamps her hands over her ears. She looks up at Britney with faint desperation. "GET HIM TO STOP!"

"SHUT UP, FATHER!"
And he did

Hel let’s go of her head slowly. She starts feeling around her body and her face, as if checking for something. She frantically pats her limbs, her waist, her chest, and the back of her head. “Huh… I think, I’m okay!” She looks down at the bottom of her foot. “Does anywhere look off?” She lifts her head and looks at Vozreal. She…
Oh…
Oh dear…
Her left eye has two pupils.

"Your left eye…." He commented

"Ah?"
She touches under her eye. She tries to blink, but her left eyelids are paralyzed. She looks forward in fear as a sensation similar to someone touching her eye directly seizes her.
"Haa… ah…"
She puts both hands on her face as the horrible sensation increases. Her "pupils" began to split apart. They mimic the mitosis of cells in the body as she now has two distinct, separate irises around her pupils. She is frozen as the curse slowly invades her body.
"ahHH… aaAHH…"
A line cuts itself open on her left cheek. It opens and closes like a mouth, revealing a gaping cavity in her face. It closes once more and opens to reveal another violet eye has manifested.
"AHHH… HAAAHAGWOK…."
She grabs at her throat and grips it tightly as if she were choking. She opens her jaw wide and starts hacking. She lets her tongue loll out and reveals that a cavern of eyes had formed in her throat. She struggles with her throat and starts punching her chest in distress and panic.
She can't breathe.

He went over to help her. He checks her airway.

“This isn’t good” mutters Azgoroth “this is not good at all” he starts analyzing her and muttering “exorcism? No, parasitic? Possibly. No parasite like I’ve ever seen, possibly a curse of some kind. Could be a Thronic curse, they enjoy eyes. Oh dear…”

"Breathe!" He gave Hel the breath of life.

Hel gasps and swallows with no sign of the eyes ceasing. The little breathe of life Vozreal gave her was helpful but temporary. She can feel her innards tremble and jut as the newly infecting eyes began sprouting inside her organs. She falls backwards, clutching at her throat as she sees far too much yet far too little, all culminating in a senseless madness. She reaches above her and around her, wanting to find something she can use to pry these things out.
She touches something.
It isn't Vozreal.
It isn't Azgoroth.
It's a cloth. A cloth that feels organic. But also feels dead. Feels cursed.
She looks up and too many times
she sees
too many black, white, horrible eyes. As she realizes she's gripping a black veil.
What did you do.
The question is a statement as Hex looks away from Hel at Vozreal and Azgoroth with an irritated look in her eyes.

"LEAVE HER ALONE." He boomed to Hex.

“That is a question I hoped you could answer” growled Azgoroth while hurriedly looking through multiple levitating books.

Hex looks at them with the most 'done' expression someone without pupils could pull off. Right… She looks down and sees Hel struggling to stand. At least half of her body had been over taken by eyes, half of which are falling off. Hex groans and bends down. She puts her left claw on Hel's face and grips her head. Hel reacts with panic and starts punching her fingers. Idiot. She lifts her up and slams her down, knocking her unconscious. Then, a simply, awful noise comes from Hex's claws as the sound of slurping emanates from her fingers. One by one, the eyes that litter Hel's torso close and are slowly sucked back into her body. One can look closely and see them traveling up her body towards her face where is it hidden by Hex's claw.
Let me guess. You sang. She looks at Vozreal as she speaks, knowing he is far more impulsive. Songs are curses to out kind. And curses are songs. When a melody occurs, the magic in our body reacts volatilely and dangerously. Although I would have loved to watch how this one would have played out, I still need something from her. I am only doing this so we can fight with both of us at out apex. She removes her claw and Hel is shown with her eyes closed and head tilted, but completely fine. That was a child's curse. Children do not know the horrors of song and curse themselves all the time. She stands. It is usually far worse than this. A little smile plays on her mouth but in the end she looks at the others with annoyance. Do not try to curse her again and get her magic back. I will give you a second chance, but if she is not recovered, you all are dead. She turns to leave, a black veil encompassing her once more and vanishing within a breath. Hel lays motionless on the ground.