Only for Villans

Hel visibly cringes and shivers at the words. "Eeuugh. That… would be something you'd enjoy, huh…" Her face contorts into a combination of disgust and fear at the thought of such an image. She inhales deeply. "Okay! Now, you! What is the best thing you ever had?" She braces herself for the answer. Hex lifts her head up, reaching to her full imposing height. Her mouth crawls wide and up into a white grin that peers through Hel's skull. She spoke without moving her mouth.
The child I ripped from your womb.
Hel stills. Her eyes widen ever so slightly and her animated persona is dropped. A deep frown etches in her face and her arms fall to her side. The amethyst fades in and out in her eyes. She is visibly disturbed. She turns away from them and breathes in. She holds it for a while. Then she breathes out. She holds a knuckle to her chest and rubs her sternum gently. Hex watches her with abundant glee and joy. She doesn't even attempt to attack her. She simply watches as Hel processes the words as they infect her mind with grief. Suddenly, Hel sucks in a big breath and turns back around. "Okay I know who's who now. But I'm just a liiiiitle upset right now so Hex if you could please listen to your big sister and leave with me so stuff like this doesn't have to be brought up, that would be great. Please, just make it easy."

Hex growls in frustration as her face becomes drenched in anger. You are an impudent fool if you believe that I would follow you. You belong only as a denizen of my chasm and nothing more! You are a repulsive, disgusting maggot that will rot at the bottom with everything you hold dear! You are… You… Hex ceases her monologue shortly after it began. The aggressive and violent energy she surrounded herself with had vanished nearly instantly. Her eyes are creased in confusion and she points a claw to herself. Wait, you aren't the older one, I am.
Hel's eyes widen and she sputters. "What!? No, I'm the older sister, you're the younger! Did you really forget everything?"
Of course I didn't, which is why I know that I am definitely the older one.
"DUDE. NO. YOU'RE JUST WRONG. I've been the older one for a majority of our life. Living longer doesn't count! Just because I died, doesn't mean we still aren't the same age. Except im older by like 5 minutes."
NO. IDIOT. I AM OLDER. HOW DID YOU GET THIS STUPID!?
The sisters bicker back and forth. There is only the sound of their arguing as the room's atmosphere settles from intense to awkward.

Their shouting gets louder and their argument gets all the more intense the longer it goes.
"Okay REMEMBER. Every time we had dinner together, mom said that the oldest gets to leave the table first. I ALWAYS LEFT THE TABLE FIRST. I AM THE OLDER ONE!"
NO YOU FUCKING IDIOT! SHE DIDN'T SAY THAT, SHE SAID WHOEVER FINISHED THEIR PLATTER GETS TO LEAVE THE TABLE FIRST. YOU WOULD WOLF DOWN YOUR FOOD AND GET UP SO FAST YOU'D THROW UP!
"OKAY BUT THAT DOESN'T CHANGE ANYTHING! I KNOW I'M THE OLDEST!"
YOU FUCKING STUPID ASS MOTHER- I AM THE OLDER ONE!! I WAS EVEN TALLER THAN YOU!!
"NO SHIT!! SKELETAL DEFORMATION DOESN'T COUNT YOU GODZILLA-LOOKIN' ASS!"
NO I MEAN WHEN WE WERE FUCKING SEVEN AND WE MEASURED OUT HEIGHT!
"THAT WAS LITERALLY A ONE CENTIMETER DIFFERENCE! THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE OLDER!"
YES IT FUCKING DOES! THERE'S NO REASON THE YOUNGER SIBLING SHOULD BE TALLER THAN THE OLDER SIBLING.
"YOU EVER HEARD OF VARIABLES YOU DUMBASS??"
YOU ARE NOT THE OLDER SISTER!!
"WELL WE COULDA ASKED MOM ABOUT IT, BUT SOMEONE JUST HAAAD TO EAT HER LIKE A FUCKING ASSHOLE!!"
They're screaming and swearing simply got louder and more brutal.

(OOC: Go ahead! I just melded drama and comedy into one post cause I don't know what pacing is, so you're not being rude or anything.)
Hex snaps her head to Vozreal and lunges at him with her teeth. She bites the air next to his head rather than his actual face and growls. Shut up! This does not concern you! Hel, on the other hand, perks up in surprise and laughs a little. "Oh my gosh! You're the Vozreal one! That was such a spot on imitation of my sister! I suggest using way bigger words. Like, ones with more than three syllables." Hex turns back to Hel with her eyes burning and fuming. Silence, you reprehensible, insufferable parasite! Hel nods in confirmation. "Yeah kinda like that. I don't know how she learned all those words, though. Didn't you stop going to school after you ate everything or whatever?"
Hex, being so thoroughly done with Hel, lifts up her claw very slowly and sharply flings it at her sister. Black razor crystals manifested at the tips of her fingers and were now aiming straight for Hel's throat. She lets out a surprised "HO SH-" and ducks, rolls to the left, and fires back her own spell, one that resembles solidified fire. Hex reacts with little fanfare, grabbing the flames before they reach her and squeezing. A cruel squeal escapes from her fist and smoke lifts up from between her fingers. She lets out an annoyed grunt. If you really think simple Elemental Magic will be enough to take me down, then I truly weep and sob at the fact that we are kin.
Hel huffs in minor annoyance and stands, staring down Hex, who returns to the glare with all the more anger and contempt. A silence falls between them once more. Until Hel speaks.
"Sooo… I'm definitely the older one, right?"
In a manner of seconds, the very fabric of reality rips apart. The world distorts viscerally and there is a menagerie of grotesque colors and horrific sounds that pour out from the open seams of existence. There are unrecognizable shapes and patterns that mangle the very ground they stand upon and twist the very air they breathe. It was as if the world had been corrupted by a glitched darkness that threatens to plummet them into a ceaseless, numb oblivion.
And then it stops.
In the blink of an eye, everything is completely normal. Vozreal is still there. Azgoroth still stands. Hex appears to be breathing a little heavier than normal. And Hel

had become a pile of organs that slowly gestate and pulsate to bodily rhythms.

Hex had turned her inside out.

(OOC: That's my girl! Or rather my embodiment of the concept of abominable sin. I don't think she qualifies as a "girl" anymore.)

Hex does not look at Vozreal and simply walks over to the pile of twitching viscera. No shit. She kneels down and takes her fingers to the gore. She pinches what resembles a lung and it seizes at her cursed touch. She brings it to her face and scans it with a look of unimpressed disdain. It begins to blacken and flake as her decay infects it. She throws it her mouth, lifts her jaw exactly once, and swallows it down. She does the same with every other individual piece, taking her time inspecting it and then simply devouring it until every single one is gone. All that's left now is the lump of immobile skin crumpled and twisted together with the bedsheet fabric. She takes it all down in one maneuver. She slightly gags on the sheet, being an inorganic item, but takes it nonetheless. She turns back to Vozreal and Azgoroth with complete resentment and scorn on her face.
She will return. Be ready for it.

Hex observes Azgoroth mumble to himself or to someone else about… something. She couldn't hear any of it. She watches him approach her and look at the ground that had once had the remnants of her sister. She answers his question with contempt. Unfortunately, yes. I do not know how, but she acquired a gift of regeneration or immortality of some kind. She described it as a spell, but it is obvious that it is not. Hex leans her head down and puts a claw to her mouth as she ponders the nature of this ability. It cannot be a curse. It would require far more energy and sacrifice. It could have been modified, but even that is still a faint plausibility. A rune or potion could not have caused it, they do not hold enough criteria to do so. Unless she had used Primordial Essence, but she would not entertain such a bold and grotesque ingredient. Hex shakes her head in aggravation and growls irritatingly. She turns to Azgoroth and puts a claw to his throat. Her decay does not affect him as he is already the product of rot, but she breathes into his lungs for the possibility that a curse would slither inside him. You! Stag! What were you whispering over there, hm? Do you have allies or adversaries for us? She pins her gaze on his cosmic eyes as her anger bites through her reasoning.

(OOC: What pattern? And when you say you don't like it, do you mean that you are uncomfortable with it? Cause I can tone it down. I don't want you to feel too grossed out.)

(IM IN CLAAAAAAAAASS GIVE ME TILL 3:30 JEEZ)

heyy y'all, so i have news. im gonna have to stop rping here. I kinda lost motivation to rp for this anymore….I'm so so sorry! because im not going to role play in this anymore we're just gonna act like King and Spring just evaporated out of thin air?? im sorry again! I had fun with this rp but now i just feel like i have nothing more to offer qwq ))

(OOC: Sorry to hear, your characters are a lot of fun and don't feel that way! There is always somehting fun and spontaneous to add in any rp! <3!)
Hex stares at Azgoroth with blank, yet ferocious eyes as a rumble climbs her throat and comes out her mouth as a snarl. She takes her claw away from his throat and towards his head, harshly tapping the side of his face. She stares longer at him for a few moments longer before laxing her shoulders and clicking her tongue. You truly are immune… a pity. She turns her head to Vozreal and barks. If they are still alive, kill them! My contract has been nulled and my maw craves blood. She flexes her claws and bares her teeth. Let us hunt.

Hex crosses her arms and grunts in agitation. That was a pathetic fight. That death angel better return for my teeth to make better purchase with flesh. She turns her gaze back to Azgoroth. Stag, are your adversaries still present? And if not, will they return? Hex was itching for a fight or a meal. Or both.