But he already left.
"yare yare. He simply stated that he wished he was them, not that he wanted to be them. It may sound like it's the same thing, but it's not. He just wanted to get to know you better, but you took it to mean that he loved you! He doesn't like being in a romantic relationship anymore! Everytime he's in one, his lover dies! He was just complimenting you! For fuck's sake!!" She said, in a rant.
"You selfish BITCH!!"
(I agree with Kez on this, but devil's advocate.)
(WIFI BACK HALLELUJAH)
Hel was thoroughly knocked out on the ground from Keziah's blow, drooling and unconscious. Keziah's expression does not change as she tilts her head and speaks calmly at Britney. "That should have been clarified. I will apologize on behalf of Hel, but please get your father back. The Beast could strike at any moment and it will take the target separated from the group." She turns around to assess Hel.
"No. I want Hel to apologize to my father first." She said, getting her bow ready
I finished drawing them!! Finally! Here's how the girls* look!
Hel:
Keziah:
Hex:
*only one of them is a girl. the others are a conceptual corpse and an abomination
I'll respond tomorrow when I get the chance.
Keziah makes a loud and audible sigh at this girl's stubbornness. She kneels down and shakes Hel's shoulder. "Hel? Please get up. There are some matters we have to deal with." Hel's head titters back and forth and her eyes remain closed with her mouth slightly open. Keziah vigorously shakes both shoulder now. "Hel! Wake up! I didn't hit you that hard. You've had worse." Hel does not respond as she is out ice cold. Keziah puts her head to Hel's chest and hears the little thumping of her artificial heart. She lifts her head up and takes a claw to Hel's chin. She starts brutally seizing it left and right as to invoke some kind of reaction. Nothing. The most she gets is a strangled snort as her airways are toyed with. Keziah groans, gets up, and turns away to face Britney. "My apologies, it seems that my strike was so… impactful, Hel cannot be conscious. That matter can wait. You need to call your father back to ensure that he is not picked off by the Beast. And please put that bow away. Savor your arrows for the battle."
"Yare Yare Dawa…" She sighed, as she got the things to summon Vozreal.
Azgoroth busied himself planning an attack pattern for the angelic warriors. He had learned that sending people in flailing aimlessly was the key to failure, you needed a solid plan tucked the illusion of randomness. Then, you could truly catch your opponent off guard.
Keziah leaves Hel to lay on the floor for just a moment as she leaves Britney to summon Vozreal. She stands next to Azgoroth and looks at his warriors. “How much intelligence do they convey? Can they respond to commands?”
"An eye, a tooth, the blood of a tainted goat, and a piece of cloth…" Britney mentioned
"They can take orders, answer questions, and carry out basic conversations. They are naught but shells as is" replies Azgoroth.
Keziah nods in understanding. “Excellent. Let’s hope they can prove fruitful in battle.” She turns back around at Britney and oversees the summoning circle. She notices her mumbling various ingredients and arches her eye. “Is there anything I can do to aid in the summoning? Or do you have all these ingredients?”
"I summon you, Crimson-Eyed Beast!" She shouted, making an upside down anarchy symbol. A dark grey cloud spiraled around the pentagram. It made it hard to breathe. And then a flash of yellow light appeared from it.
"What now?" A familiar sounding tall radio man said, when the smoke cleared. But… something was different.
“Ah Vozreal, your back. Hel is still unconscious, but when she awakens I promise that-“ She pauses as she processes Vozreal’s ‘different look.’
He was a she now. She was… for lack of a better term… thicc.
"Hm?" She said, same radio voice and everything. Same height too.
"What in the tenth ring have you done to yourself?!" Asked Azgoroth "this is the abusing of shapeshifting Magica!"
"Hm? Oh, this? The can happen when I'm summoned. I can't control it. I'll change back." She did so. He was better now.
"Let's kill this bitch."
“Ah, I see. Gender for other species can be quite stringent, but for our kind there is no stagnant perception. I myself am an example of that. But let’s not get sidetracked.” She steps forward and addresses Vozreal. “I’m glad to see that you’re feeling better. This is an imperative battle and requires our full attention. For now, the last thing we need to do is wake up Hel. I don’t know how that will be possible considering she’s a heavy sleeper, but I’m sure that we can manage-“ as she was speaking she turns herself around to check on Hel….
Only to see that she’s gone…
Keziah freezes as she looks at the vacant spot. “What.”
It was then, a pungent smell fills her nose.
A scent she is all to familiar with.
A scent that made her stomach crawl and turn like worms.
A scent she had escaped.
Rot.
"What?" He said, curious, not able to smell it
Azgoroth muttered and flicked his fingers, the angelic warriors moved forward steadily “Is it is he beast?” He asked quietly “if it is, acolyte. Get behind me”.
Keziah runs towards Azgoroth and yells loudly. “Open your shadow!! NOW!”
Azgoroth releases some spell, causing his shadow to cover a massive area and cast everything in it into a pitch black. The angelic warriors take a defensive stance on unison with one another and begin chanting a hymn quietly.
Keziah makes a little hop and dives feet first into his shadow. She submerges into it and disappears as if she landed in a body of water. No trace of her is left except for dark purple lines swaying inside the shadow as if something were swimming inside.
The scent of rot, decay, decomposition, and death fill the room to a suffocating degree. A sickening blackness creeps forth rapidly as dendritic lines pierce the floor, leaving cracks in their wake. From those lines, eyes and mouths open and protrude pathetically, wailing and weeping their sorrows into the air. The blackness strains and seizes erratically as if I were in pain. It infects the room with debilitating curses despite the apparent immunity of its opponents as a deep redness drapes the air and stains the breath in their lungs. Te blackness swells up, rising high and imposing to almost nine feet.
Two white ovals puncture the darkness. It leaks an abominable aura. It should have never existed.
The Beast is here.
He could smell it now.
"What da fuck?" He said, dsgusted
"Ah world eater, so sad that we must meet this way" says Azgoroth, adopting the pose used by his followers as an icon "It would be n your best interests to leave" As he spoke energy crackled off of him. His eyes grew deeper still, seeming to hold the eternity of the cosmos and beyond within them. Time seems to slow around him the dust slowing as it drifts through the air, his mouth hinges wide open and his voice Emanates from everywhere at once "Vultis Istis, Wrathtus Vastis, CHRONOS. K Y R O S".
