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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"Please. By all means, kill me. I wanna die, Master~" Allison taunted

Shut the fuck up shit stain, I wasn't referring to you. Hex snarled sharply and snapped her teeth like a rabid hound at Allison, spitting some black ooze at her. Her eyes became brighter to a blinding intensity as she remembers her own personal antithesis. If that whorebitch thinks she can defeat me after being devoured, she'll just become another grounded up piece of flesh in my chasm. Her back became arched and that horrible, high screaming returned. Her spine struggled against the binding of her uniform, bulges punching out and squirming erratically. She snaps herself straight up with annoyance and grunts. It doesn't matter. I already won, so I know I'm the superior one. Despite her boast, she still had a deep frown on her face. Nonetheless! You! She points a red claw at Azrael. State your business and affiliation with the current party. I need something to distract me from my hunger. She flexed her shoulders back and crossed her arms, leering down at the being sheathed in human skin.

"I'm sorry, can I have your name first? Before you try to dominate me?"

Hex considered very quickly if she should cull this one and save herself the trouble. Then she very quickly remembered why that's a bad idea and breathed in impatiently. The Heretical Beast, The Tyrannical Witch, The Witch of Hedonistic Suffering, The Devourer of The Void, The Blasphemed Darkness, Immortal Chaos, Sin Within Flesh, Binded Hate, She took a long, deep breath. Misery Incarnate, Despair on Foot, The Bane of Life, A Curse Bounded to Death, Walking Decay, The Scourge of Faith, The Monster Who Ate My Child aaaaaand she waved her claw around in the air, trying to grasp onto another title her victims used …Hex. She crosses her arms once more. Happy?

"Edgy, much? Names Azrael."

Hex squints her eyes at the creature. They just love throwing around words that she doesn't know. What is your purpose and who do you oppose? She figures a quick and concise question will beckon a quick and concise answer.

"I am the Grim Reaper. And I oppose Life."

Hex stares at her. A moment passes. Another passes. Several moments pass. Is that all? She uncrosses her arms puts the tips of her claws together. Is there anything else to your identity other than that? She has no idea if short curt answers is a human custom or a tick among this lot. When you 'oppose Life' does that mean you detest it to the point of wishing it to cease, or are you the personification of the machination in nature that doesn't serve as a malicious entity in the slightest?

"I wish for Life to cease, as it would make my job way easier…"

Hex sighs in a complex hybrid of anger and exasperation. So you. As the bonafide personification of death to living things, wants life to cease because your "job would be easier?"If Hex had proper eyes, she would have rolled them back into her spine. That is incredibly stupid if you are a force of nature given human thought. If boredom plagues you that much, then cease existence all together. Otherwise, you would be wasting your breath and my time. She turned away from her and looked towards Allison. Although I detest you to the point where I would sell my teeth for your corpse, I must have a question answered. She leans down, coming eye to eye with the girl. What, exactly, is an "angel?" She still has no idea what that word means. There is a whole terminology that Hex had never been exposed to and she was always a curious one under all that murder.

"An being of Light, and Good, and all that bullshit." Vozreal said for Allison

Hex stared intently at Allison, her face neutral but drenched in unrelenting judgement. She slowly repeated A being of light, and good, then her face formed a harsh scowl as she spat and bullshit through her teeth. I must express gratitude to my realm of origin. We are not plagued by such morality. She lifts her head up all the way to its highest point. She scans the room around her. A creature affiliated with light and virtue, a being that represents the very concept of death, and a demonic thing that suffered imprisonment with little to show for it. Hex's shoulder slowly lost their tension as her arms became lax at her sides. A new neutrality took over her face, one that echoes the emotions one feels after they lost a battle they knew held no victory. I see. She says almost gently. No one here understands… She looks at a speck on the wall as if there were some interest to be had in it. She falls silent at her realization. Then, noticing her sentimentality peeking through, promptly killed it before it became anything more than a seed. She breathed in and decided to make a very abrupt declaration. Child of light and bullshit, and Being of bored death! I am afraid you both must die here and now. As the manifestation of opposing good, Vozreal and I will have to kill you. She said all this with a strangely annoyed look on her face, as if she just remembered that they were supposed to kill these two forever ago. Of course I can't do jack shit due to reasons, Vozreal will do the heavy lifting. She looks at him. Go do the shit.

"Oh, you think I'm your slave? How cute." Vozreal said, radio static heavy in his voice.

BITCH!?
Hex thrusted her face into Vozreal's and looked at him with pure and utter anger in her blank eyes. She is YOUR problem to deal with! Here it is, laid out so you can finally exact carnage- Her eyes went wild and a viscous black liquid dripped from her teeth -and you have the audacity to believe that I am ordering you when we are the manifested personification of opposing virtue!? A sickening wail can be heard from under her clothes along with a deafening screech. She took her long, gangly claws and cut into her ribs. Shut up. She removes her claws from her chest, bits and pieces of flesh falling from her wounds only to be repaired instantly. She holds her gored claws to Vozreal's throat. You are a stain on the machinations of our creation you pestilent coward. She made sure to spit the liquid into his eyes.

"Kinky~" Vozreal said, jesting. He could handle much worse than this.

His eyes were beginning to glow crimson. He was from TARTARUS; Hex was an low-life scum, and he was the mafia boss.

Hex wanted to devour this sickening excuse for a demon. She wanted to snap his bones and rip his organs and bludgeon him to death and bring him back just to do it again. Her claws flexed farther and wider to the point where they should have teared and she looks into his face with even more unrelenting rage. Could you stop using words that I obviously do not know?! She straightened herself, squeezed her eyes shut, and brought a claw to her forehead. Okay, kin-key. It has the word "kin" so is it affiliated with familial relations? Her teeth bared at a thought. Are you calling us kin? She brought her face to his again. I will have you know that I have killed and eaten my family and if you dare consider yourself my "kin" then you will join them in my chasm.

"Nope. Far from it. You know what sexy means? Kinky is an synonym for Sexy."

"Besides, we're supposed to be working together, not divided."

She had hit her limit for how much shit she was willing to take.

WHAT THE FUCK IS SEX!?!

"I guess it's when two people do this: 👉👌?"

Hex… was at a loss for words. Obviously this was some sort of colossal joke. What do hand gestures have to do with anything she just asked? It answered nothing. You know what, forget it. Perish the thought. She puts her fingers to her forehead and breathed deeply. So, your nemesis is here, we both have desires to eliminate her, and yet, you refuse to at least humor the idea of getting it over with and ripping her apart. Why? She is genuinely confounded that a self proclaimed enemy of virtue wouldn't attack their foes. There has to be a good reason.

"Always give your nemesis an chance to turn evil."

I mc-fricken love this chat so far tbh– may I join with my baby, Maple and/or Elizabeth? high-key can't decide which one to use lol ))