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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"Oh, no! What am I, an cartoon?" He wheezed at the idea of bleeding ink.
"I bleed blood, just not from cuts."

Hex scoffs at the his grin. It was one she had never seen before, that defied the bone structure in his skull and created an inhuman effect on his face. Small world. And then she glowers at the creature for believing her claws couldn't just decay his flesh in a rapid perversion of a corpse. His demonic nature must resist the effect. Hm. No matter. As long as that emotion is dead in you, I will not consider you a pathetic worm. She turns to the shadow figure that decided to speak. King. Tell me now and do not deceive me. Have you ever let that, disgusting, deplorable, hideous, pungent, emotion flood you or do you resist its influence in pursuit of chaos? She gives a sharp glare at the king, not caring if he throws another hissy fit at her disrespect. She's been getting disrespect all night and she'll be damned if she won't be the only one exposed to it.

"Love? Do I look like a fucking toddler?! An infant who needs to be cared for and shown that disgusting, vile emotion?!" he growled. "of course not!" he snapped. spitting the words 'disgusting' and 'vile' as of it were a piece of rotten food. the pitch black foggy mist grew slightly, the smoke smell now growing as if the fire that burned within the smoke was fed. "I am offended that you would even think that would ever show, "love." to someone!" he crossed his large shadowy arms. "I don't even show it to my own queen. I just toss her around like a doll and let her whimper and cry. I don't even care about her. she's useless to me. but it is fun forcing her to watch me slaughter innocent people."

Hex lifted her head as her grin slowly spreads across her face again. Excellent. So we all retain the same belief that it is nothing more than a corpse that rots and decays inside our souls. Very good. She seems content at the verdict. But one little thing pegged her mind just a little too persistently. Vozreal. Why did you decide to love someone? It was a very simple question, but choking the phrase out was enough to have her nearly fall apart again. If this person knew of your nature, why did they decide to court you as well? The concept was almost foreign to her. Baring your heart to a person. Sharing deep innermost secrets and feeling satisfaction and gratification at their presence. It was all too abhorrent and alien for her. A disgustingly distant and familiar thing that she saw only as a grotesque abomination worse than herself. But it also made her curious. And it made her memories surface. Memories that feel like a distant, dead dream. She crushed them and made them vanish from her thoughts.

"Because I lied about who I was. I loved them and they loved me. I left them when they became pregnant."

King quietly grumbled. "weak."

Vozreal wrapped one of his tentacles around King's throat.
"What did you call me?" The tentacle tightened.

Hex saw the tendril that manifested from Vozreal's body constrict the Shadow King's throat with malicious intent. She had two options. Be the responsible one and ease the tension in the room like an adult. Or. Observe these two as they either settle down themselves or spiral into carnage. She needed a good 8 seconds to think before finally deciding. Okay. I understand that both of you have an obvious gripe with each other. But if I cannot partake in a good slaughtering, then neither can you two. I am still bound and must adhere to it, so you both better have a brain in your skulls to know the better option. She crosses her arms and looks at these two morons, envious that they can freely express the desire to cause pain while she's literally on watch by her.

"Fine…" He let go of King and put up his tentacles

King smirked, touching his throat. after a few moment he forced down the chaotic laughter he was about to let explode. "but did you no hear that statement!" he gave in and let out a booming laugh. "it sounded so fucking weak! "I loved them and they loved me" he sounded worse than my dead parents!" he laughed again.

"Take Mercy while it's still an option."

Hex lifted her voice and spat at the king. Listen here, Shadow King. You have reveled in the luxury of having an absent heart with a lacking use. You have known the pleasure of easing yourself into sin so effortlessly and joyously. We were born with hearts that infected us with that harrowing thing. We had to tear it out of ourselves with years of effort and nights of failure. Our hearts were a disease that we had to cleave from our very ribs. So do not perceive it as a weakness, but a strength to overcome the primeval concept that dared to be sown within our flesh. Understand? Her blank white eyes glow passionately against her dark fur. She glares at King intently.

King noticed the glare but dismissed it. "of course. Even though I was not born with a heart, of course not physically- but…..I guess I will try to respect and….understand…..you both….." the fog around him settled slightly but then is rose again as small red flames flickered underneath his feet, then the flames shot up and engulfed him whole. "damnit…" he grumbled. now was not to time to feel starved.

Hex settled back, content with this volatile king's answer. She observed the crimson embers that lit at his feet and swallowed his form. He regarded it with nonchalance as he cursed at his blazing body. She scans the disdain on his face and slightly snickers at his grumbling. And what do these flames mean, King? Quite a peculiar phenomenon for you, I presume.

"It means I need to eat. now. I only need to eat once a day but because I never ate because my worthless butler tried poisoning me, these flames warn me. they warn me that if I don't eat…." he let out a deep sigh. "it comes out." he grumbled. "and I don't really like it. it's childish and annoying and speaks a mile a minute. plus. it takes a stupid form. who the hell still believes in dragons?"

Hex tilts her head in fascination at his rapid explanation. Whatever this "it" was troubled him. And then tilts it to the other side in confusion at the mention of dragons. That was unexpected. So, you require sustenance to combat some alternative form hidden within yourself. Hm. Unfortunate for you, nothing edible has crossed us yet. Well, edible to you maybe. She smiles and bares her white teeth in that crescent moon shaped abomination of a grin. Everything is a banquet when it meets my maw. She drops it into a more simple smirk. But I am afraid that whatever you wish to conceal will be divulged soon enough. Unless you have no gripes about eating anything… She has a very… patient smile on her face as she stares through the king. She seems to have an idea of sorts.

"At the moment I currently don't care what I ingest. I'll even eat…." he shuddered at the thought. "nevermind. you'd never catch me eating… worms or any bugs of any sort." his body felts numb at each flicker of every tiny flame that touched his body. "I just need to eat something. its as if as I could feel it watching me…."

Hex's grin spread so wide, it went up into her squinted eyes and almost pierced them. Let us see if you made the right choice, Shadow King. She extends her right hand forward, her bloodied gangly claws presented before him with her palm upward. At first, it seemed as though she would summon something from her hand and give it to him. But with her right hand, she took her razored claw and brought it down on the part where her elbow should be. Her forearm fell from her body right there in front of them, black hissing gore spilling from the arm in roves of chunks. She picks up the limb and presents it nonchalantly to King. She gives him her splitting smile once more, her eyes gleaming with malice. I suggest you do it quickly. They have a tendency to sprout legs and run around once they are separated from my body. It is a pain to deal with at times. Now, dig in.

King stares at the limb in shock. "you want me to eat….." he looked back up at Hex who just nudged it closer. "….god….oh my fucking god…." he even hesitated to reach out and grab it. "that's….disturbing….i'll never get that sound out my head….." now, he began to second guess himself, was he really that hungry? so hungry that he'd eat an arm? someone elses arm for that matter? then the flames brought him back to reality as they flickered in his peripheral vision, oh yeah. I guess he really is that hungry. His stomach growled, as if beckoning him to eat the limb presented to him.

he grabbed the arm and stared down at it, 'just imagine its some chicken.' he thought. he bent down and bit into the arm, juices fell onto his tongue, his teeth grazed the flesh, he could image how tasty it was going to be, it drove him crazy. Before King even knew it, the entire fore-arm was gone in a matter of seconds. bone and all. He licked his lips. he had never anything this…..tasty. The flames retreated back into his body and left him with his exposed, weak human looking form. His fog wasn't even present to cover him up. "….that was….surprisingly.. appetizing…" he whispered, ignoring the possible glanced he got from now being . . . . short.

KKKKHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA!!!
THIS MUTHUH FUCKAH SAID APPETIZING!! WHAT IN THE SHIT!! Her revolting cackle returns full force as she almost keels over and laughs so hard, she was leaking out her mouth again. I HAVE EATEN MYSELF BEFORE, I TASTE WORSE THAN SHIT! YOU ARE SO FUCKED! AAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAA During her boisterous laughing, her arm attempted to knit itself back together very slowly. The grotesque visage of the black pieces of her own body and the crimson bits of a complete other being was a disturbing sight to behold as it bulges and squirms like a pustule ready to burst. Her laughing dies down slowly. HAAA HAAA HAAA… haaa ha… okay… but I mean seriously. She was still fighting against her cackling as she uses a claw to wipe a tear away, slicing her eye open in the process. So, you may feel some, uh, sickness? Yeah, sickness after a while. I think you will be alive since you are relatively inorganic, I presume; but if you feel some kind of clawing or ripping inside your stomach, then uh… She holds her hand above her head as she tries to find something to say that could help. … Yeah, you are effectively fucked. Find a Vita Mage and hope they got something cause my curses can be a bitch to deal with. She shrugs with a shit eating grin on her face. She fails to notice that her severed nub begins to form something that does not resemble an arm.

THIS MUTHUH FUCKAH SAID APPETIZING!! WHAT IN THE SHIT!!

okay but like- why did this kinda hit me on a personal level? ))

"Ah, cannibalism! I myself don't indulge in such unmannerly, barbaric, savage things."

Hex gave a loud snort at the demon's comment. For her, it is her career and passion. It is only cannibalism if the species are the same, demon. Otherwise, it is simply eating the meat of another creature. She glances down at the Shadow King, waiting to see any signs of suffering. Defining me as "meat" or a "creature" might be inaccurate, but there still is a very small portion of me that is made of actual organic material. She brings her remaining claw to her teeth, rethinking her statement. Well, organic would imply it were alive. And since my composition is mostly rot and curses, maybe the portions could be worded better as-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A shrieking wail pierced Hex's speech as she, with disdain and annoyance on her face, looks at the stump on her amputated arm. Instead of regrowing her claw like it was supposed to, it grew an orifice with teeth lined around the edge and a small pink tongue hanging from the opening. It had formed a mouth. Are you shitting me?
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