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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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hmm, I mean Elizabeth is a murderer's partner in crime and Maple is kinda seeking revenge on the person who fused her with two other girls so– ))

Hex's eyes snapped wider and her jaw almost hung from her mouth. Vozreal… she said in a hushed, raspy voice. Silence dominated her voice momentarily. Until a familiar sound arose from her throat.
KKKKKKKHHHHHHAAAAHHAAAHAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAHA!!!
She clasped his shoulders with her wicked claws and stared into his eyes with renewed vigor. The grin she donned when she first arrived returned full force and more, the edges wrapping themselves under her eyes and behind her head. You are an absolute genius Vozreal!! I would have never considered an offer to be bestowed even on my most hated adversary!! I of course do not need disciples in my cause for chaos and ruin, but for you that is an absolute possibility that can work to your benefit!! A fierce excitability consumed her as she continued to cling to Vozreal's shoulders, unaware that she had accidentally punctured him with her cursed tips.

(Hi @Spring ! Of course you can join! But are either of your characters antagonistic or villainous in any way?This is a villains chat so it would be nice to keep it consistent with the theme!)

(Hi @Spring ! Of course you can join! But are either of your characters antagonistic or villainous in any way?This is a villains chat so it would be nice to keep it consistent with the theme!)

I have a lot of villain oc's tbh– I mean I have another oc that might fight better with this rp. He doesn't have a full name yet but I call him The Shadow King, but he likes going by 'X.' ))

What he does is basically burns my main character's village / hometown and then proceeds to give the main character fire powers that she'll never be able to control. he's made of pure black foggy mist and has a sharp green gaze that if he wanted could kill and/or control multiple people– he rules his kingdom with an iron fist and don't like being told "no." I don't have a real reason for him being evil but I don't think I need a backstory. he's villain, and he's evil and I just genuinely like him as a character lol ))

Vozreal didnt notice the hand

Hex leaned in close to where her breath can be smelled. It obviously had the unmistakable stench of rotting corpses. Tell me: what is your ultimate goal? What do you wish to do with the world once it is finally within the palm of your hand? Will you rejoice, or will you regret? Her claws pierce into his flesh further as her excitement became more volatile. She doesn't appear to notice that she's slowly shanking him eight times over.

He hands her an toothbrush and toothpaste
"I will rejoice and destroy the world."

Hex's frantic energy became a controlled chaos in her presence as she smiles wider. Excellent. And to think I had considered you a mere deceptive worm. You have actually managed to impress me, Voz- She looks at what was being offered to her. A stick with bristled fur at the end and a tube filled with something her nose cannot place, but it irritates her. What are those? Her curiosity takes over once more and she momentarily abandons her enthusiasm at plunging the world into destruction.

dont mind me– I didn't know when to hop in– ))

Suddenly, a thick, dark foggy mist suddenly filled the room without warning, filling up the room like water. The heavy smell of smoke clung to the fog, as if a fire had started. The shape of tall man appeared, but something seemed slightly….off, like the man was the fog. Two beady, green eyes blinked and then narrowed as it scanned the seemingly endless looking room. "Where am I?!" the voice gave a booming, echoing growl. "I was about to see my butler's execution. that little shit tired to poison my food!" he scanned the room once again before they landed on the other two in the room. "Who in the hell are you two?! And why aren't you bowing to your king?!" his deep voice boomed once again.

"King? First off, Earn that title. Second off, I am no peasant. Also, Hex, thats an toothbrush and toothpaste. Your breath stinks!"

Hex looked at the new being that manifested in the room. Some transparent Shadow creature had somehow fallen into this realm. Interesting. Hex decided to be cordial and give him some direct advice. There are no kings here, shadow. Only the wicked and the damned. Lay down your pride and do not bare your teeth. It is a worthless endeavor. She lifts her claws up with her palms facing upward and continued. I am known by my victims and the spared as Hex. She points down next to her. That is Vozreal. I think he is a demon, but I am not completely sure what that means. She looks back down at him. So, people paste their teeth because of the stench? She scoffs. That is absurd. My realm has no need for something like that. She turns back to the "king." Enlighten us, shadow. What is your title, and how have you earned your right to manifest here? She widens her grin and flexes her claws in anticipation.

X softy growled, he IS the king, and these morons still haven't bowed to him… "My name is not 'shadow.' My name is King X and I have a kingdom that I rule. I kill people for even the slightest flaw. I burn villages and cities to the ground just because." he gave a loud, booming chuckled. "It's fun really. using fear and only fear to rule the world." His voice returned to it's angry tone. "My own butler -I don't even remember what his name is- tried poisoning my food! And as we speak he should be having his execution." he growled, the smoke smell only growing. "And im missing it!" the foggy mist growing thicker.

Hex was on the verge of laughing till she threw up her everything at this "king" throwing a tantrum, but restrained herself simply because this person had piqued her interest quickly. Hinder yourself, King. I am sure that the execution you desire to witness will keep itself there. I myself know no greater joy than watching the weak and the strong alike struggle against misery. She flexes her claws slowly. This room is for those who oppose good and virtue to reside and discuss. Adopt at least an ounce of hospitality so chaos is not beckoned here. All of a sudden, her face changed from her malicious grin to a sudden realization. X? She looks to Vozreal and points to him than looks to King X and points to him. She looks to Vozreal again. Did you have relations with That One as well? (Throwback to an older conversation topic when Hex was confused by "ex" as in "ex-lovers")

King X slowly blinked, the foggy mist slowly retreating back. "Relations? hell no. I have a queen back in my world. she doesn't like me very much through. I can't see why though. Maybe it's for killing her father and fiance?" He exploded into a chaotic laugh. "That poor soul stood no chance." A massive, clawed, paw made of pure dark mist appeared from the fog. Shiny rings made of gold and silver where on each finger, on his ring finger a large ruby sat in the middle. King X wiped a fake tear. "I snapped his neck like a twig! She kept screaming, "William! William!" It was funny. I almost pity her."

Hex tilted her head. So a singular letter can be used as a name and a noun. Language is truly the crux of communication and confusion all at once. She grinned at his display of joy at something as brilliant as breaking a person in front of their beloved. The amount of times she had done such a feat are lost in her memories. She tilted her head to the other side. Why a queen? What purpose could it possibly serve?

King X paused, he really only wanted Jacklyn as a queen for one reasons. "I need someone to birth a heir for me. When I die, which will be never, my heir will take over the throne and the world once I die." he growled, "the only problem with that is that she so stubborn! She doesn't even sleep in the same room as I. She's lucky that my Aunt likes her. My aunt is the one who raised me, my old man and mother couldn't do shit! My aunt says that they where soft and weak. they would've raised me to be kind to my people but what does that do?! the only way to rule is to drill fear into their heads! That is how my aunt ruled and that's how I will rule for all eternity."

Hex gave a “But did I ask?” face before resuming the conversation. Thats quite contradictory, King. Why need an heir if you shall reign eternal? A fellow tyrant would understand the method of immortality, no? She saw children more as a precious food source than a means to an end, but understood the general monarchal structure he was spouting.

"It seems as though you're lying, 'king', but I guess since you're an villain like us, we have no choice but to drag you along."
Allison and Azrael were long gone.

Hex looked down at Vozreal with her grin splitting her skull open as she threw another question into the air. Do you have any offspring to call your own, demon? I would not consider you a parental figure in the slightest, but does your own immortality have a limit that you wish to persist after your death?

"I have three children."

Hex tilts her head at Vozreal in surprise. Three… She repeats the word very slowly, dragging it out for a few more seconds. So, you have the capability to die as well? Or did you have children for another reason entirely separate from producing heirs of carnage? She frankly has no understanding of how or why children are formed and only knows that they have the best taste of all her victims, but it appears that they could function as a way to continue a legacy or simply uphold the numbers in a population. Her mind attempted to make reason happen under all her sinister thoughts.

"Oh, I can't die. It's an curse I have. No, I had them because of something called LOVE. You wouldn't understand."

Hex cringes so hard at the cursed word, her face briefly disintegrates apart and one with a diligent eye could have seen behind her flesh a madness inducing sight of gore and organs and faces culminating inside her body. She regains her form and comes eye to eye with Vozreal with complete indignation on her face. You experienced that harrowing, disgusting emotion?! And to think I had considered you my equal! She shouts and roars in a blinding wrath. It has no merit how much one revels in bloodshed! If you cannot abandon such a deplorable stain of an emotion then you have no right to consider yourself a being of sin! She brings her claw to his face, ready to rant more about how much she despises the concept, but pauses at the sight of her single claw. Blood she does not recognize coats its tip. She straightens herself and sniffs it. She, without an ounce of hesitation, licks it, a black tongue briefly flashing and disappearing into her mouth. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops. She looks at Vozreal and makes a blunt statement. Boy, you taste like shit.

Hex cringes so hard at the cursed word, her face briefly disintegrates apart and one with a diligent eye could have seen behind her flesh a madness inducing sight of gore and organs and faces culminating inside her body. She regains her form and comes eye to eye with Vozreal with complete indignation on her face. You experienced that harrowing, disgusting emotion?! And to think I had considered you my equal! She shouts and roars in a blinding wrath. It has no merit how much one revels in bloodshed! If you cannot abandon such a deplorable stain of an emotion then you have no right to consider yourself a being of sin! She brings her claw to his face, ready to rant more about how much she despises the concept, but pauses at the sight of her single claw. Blood she does not recognize coats its tip. She straightens herself and sniffs it. She, without an ounce of hesitation, licks it, a black tongue briefly flashing and disappearing into her mouth. Her eyes widen and her mouth drops. She looks at Vozreal and makes a blunt statement. Boy, you taste like shit.

"Of course, that was millenia and eons back, when I was still inexperienced and stuff. I no longer have that emotion. By the way, I don't bleed from simple pierces." Vozreal smiled, like he always did, with an 1930s cartoon rubberhose smile, reminding someone of Bendy from bendy and the ink machine. The blood wasn't his blood.

King blinked. "so you bleed…ink? likes the type of ink you use to write or….draw and sketch with…??? how the ever loving hell?"