Only for Villans

"eh, im not sure myself. I never got any fancy greetin' from my spiritual ancestors. Just watched as he poisoned my food and then took me out to the garden with Jacklynn and killed me, then I blacked out and woke up in this body." He took a few steps back as random objects started to appear along with his head, he kept juggling them as he spoke. "also, im not even sure I have an afterlife, for all I know, I could be in the afterlife!" he threw all of the objects he was juggling into the air, in a few quick seconds, Chaos attached his head back to his body and opened his maw wide. The objects which were just:

staples
rubber balls
things on fire
and little childrens doll.

All fell into his mouth and then down his throat with a gulp. "eh, not a satisfying breakfast but hey, were am i supposed to put them?" he asked himself with a chuckle. "anyways, to answer your question about how me and little Kingsley X are connected, then there is only one thing I can tell you. I have no clue how or why were trapped together. the only things me and King have come up with for possible answers are that "the poison he used was actually a potion" or "maybe in the afterlife they cursed him with having me inside of him." who knows! maybe it's both!" he shrugged, using his clawed hands to finger quote the thing the two of them came up with.

"hm? yes BitchyBaby?" he responded with a chirp

Interesting. You appear to have a pocket dimension in your stomach. That is another trait we share amongst ourselves. She puts a claw to her chin and beings to mumble to herself. A poison that could be a potion hm? That would require various ingredients to create. Viper's skull. The pruned heart of an old hound. Maybe a grounded piece of lavender, but that is not always necessary. She mumbles into her hand quietly, listing potion ingredients and back tracking her thoughts. Despite being a creature of unimaginable horror, she's still a witch. Who still makes potions. Or at least used to. She almost doesn't notice the two that had suddenly began whispering to each other until she lifts her head. What the hell are you doing now? She squints her eyes as Vozreal whispers something to Chaos and makes a quick exchange with his hands.

"really? I mean, alright then." he whispered back, he took the blunt and examined it quickly before clearing his throat and rolling over and onto the floor before he jumped up to his feet and walzed over to the unique creature. "heyyyyyooooo~ Hex! my buddy, my pal, my amigo! I have a present from…." he looked over at the demon man who shook his head. "um, from aaaaaaaaannnnonymous! yeah, anonymous! here!" he extended his hand and in his palm was, a blunt. nothing else, just a blunt.

Hex looks down at the little blunt in his hand. She slowly looks at him, her face unreadable. She then looks to Vozreal, with very real malice lacing her blank eyes. Do you take me for a fool, demon. Despite it being a question, her tone did not suggest so. Do you believe me susceptible to deceit? She reaches down and grasps the blunt between her fingers. Almost immediately, it went jet black and fell apart, as it decayed from her very fingers. If I did not have this contract binding my claws into submission, I would take your heads and crush them between my teeth with the rest following shortly after. She straightens herself to an imposing height. And I will ensure that you are alive enough to watch. She looks to Chaos and hisses at him. Do not believe that tricking me is possible, lizard. I am capable of slaughtering all of you. I am no fool. Yeah right, you don't even know where babies come from you evil witch asshole. (Seriously, she doesn't) But nonetheless, she turns away and further observes the room. (OOC: Did they teleport to another area, or did Chaos redesign the room with magic reality bending powers or whatever?)

he redesigned the room with his magic dragon powers ))

Chaos watched as the blunt turned into black ash and form a little pile on the floor. he sighed and crossed his arms and sat down looking at the small pile. "I could've smoked that…"

(OOC: aight neat, and yeah she started her worldwide massacre when she was like eleven so she never got The Talk.) Hex calls over her shoulder at Vozreal. One day you sickening cretin. But not today. She scans the gaudy room with disdain. That thing smells putrid and gives a brief and unsatisfactory moment of a fantasy. You do not need it. She looks at Chaos with contempt. Is this your idea of luxury, lizard? It is absolutely abhorrent and I know nothing of décor.

"this is the finest of fine! you just have no taste, Hex." he scoffed, after a few moment he spoke up again. "why? do you want something? I'm sure I can create it!" he said, "and right now, I think I'll wear something nice! hm lets see." out of nowhere a privacy changing screen came up out of the ground. He stood up and walked over, "alright, lets see. black suit, black suit, black and white striped suit with dirty green grime on it, black suit, oh! look! black suit with a red tie!" after a few moments, Chaos walked out from behind of the changing screen and brushed off the fancy silk black suit he was wearing, "oh! wait! forgot the tie!" in a few moments Chaos came back out from behind the changing screen once more, adjusting his fancy red tie. "done and done. I like to think I look like a businessman. alright, would anyone like anything? the only things I can't create are living beings or animals, food, water, etc etc, and places. I can change the place we are though! hence why the room looks better!"

Hex sighs in aggravation at his inability to summon living beings. If you could summon a child stripped of its skin and begging for its mother that would have been ideal. All I had as nourishment is the demon's piss poor excuse of food. She groans. She looks at Chaos' new attire up and down as she observes it with scorn. Is this supposed to be impressive? You look like a fool.

"copying you? no, I just like this, plus, your outfit is kinda dusty and looks like it hasn't been washed in YEARS, no offence."

(OOC: So… I may have made something that's a little too graphic and disturbing to post so… you retcon what Vozreal did instead of summoning an actual child for Hex to kill? Cause there's no other way the scenario can play out and I don't wanna post something that might be too inappropriate or extreme…)

(OOC: that works! I need to some time tho, I need to take care of some irl stuff.)

alright! take as much time as you need! ))

(OOC: I'M SOS ORRY I HAD TO STUDY FOR AN EXAM IT WAS TORURE AAAAAAAA)

Finally! Something alive for once! The deer, being frightened at its new environment, tries to flee only to further cripple itself by putting weight on its injured leg and slamming itself onto the ground. Hex marches towards the creature with ease, crouching down to its level and staring at its bleeding wounds. The deer becomes erratic and frantic, flailing on the ground and trying to escape. It senses a fundamental wrongness from the witch; it sense her abominable aura, her mere existence being a stain in the reality it witnesses. It bleats loudly in fright at her presence. She takes her right claw and grasps the deer's neck in her fingers, cradling its throat like it were a child. It thrashes and bucks even more, opening its wounds wide and causing more pain. Hex leans her head down, pressing her mouth to the back of the deer's head as its screams its lungs out at this walking defamation touching it. She holds it close to her body, wrapping her arms around it and whispers into its skull, Sing for me, my prey. From its throat bellows an awful, horrific sound, like it were choking on its own screams. Its eyes rolled to the back of its head, its antlers, small enough to suggest a juvenile age, grew rapidly. The deer's head begins to be weighed down by its growing antlers as more horn enamel sprouts from random segments of its body. Its ribs pierces through its chest and its legs curl upward in a spiral formation that make it screech louder. Hex watches in fascination as the creature before her had been reformed from a deer to an atrocity wrought from her very breath. She presses her mouth against the deer's neck again, but this time, she opens her mouth wide and steadily takes its throat into her maw. Slowly and deliberately, she closes her mouth over the deer, biting into its spine and skull with practiced ease. The writhing creature stops moving. Hex continues to open and close her mouth on the deer, taking in the fresh blood that pours into her mouth. She crushes every hint of its remains between her teeth and makes a disgusting sound as she swallows it down, bone and all with little trouble. She wipes her mouth the back of her claw and sighs with pure satisfaction. She turns to Vozreal, pale teeth stained red and clothing drenched in a wet blood. Next time, make it run. (OOC: Please don't this took forever to type lmao)