Only for Villans

Hel takes a breath of relief. She extends her hand out to Vozreal, about to seal the deal and keep her promise, until IAMUS appeared right in front of Hel. Hex growls out What!? But they're both too slow for IAMUS when he impales Hel with the needle.

A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A ! ! ! ! !

Her shriek fills the room as Hel gapes at the needle sticking into her chest. The runes glow and sear inside her flesh as the manifestation runes she casted on herself fight for dominance. She kneels to the ground, clutching the needle and bends her head to the floor as she screams in pain.
Hex looks behind her and stands back in shock and fury at her writhing sister.
Writhing in pain.
A pain she did not cause.
Hex bares her teeth at IAMUS and her hair becomes razor sharp and volatile. Her claws become huge and deadly. Her gaze hungry and wrathful.
YOU IMPUDENT FUCKING SON OF A SOW BITCH!!!
She lunges her claw forward and impales him through his midsection with her index and middle digits. Then she curls her claw into a fist and begins slamming him over and over into the ground with relentless force.
SHE IS MY PREY!!! HER FLESH IS ONLY FOR MY TEETH!!! HER BLOOD TO MY THROAT!!! HER SOUL IN MY CHASM!!! YOU ARE NOT HER DEATH!!! HER PREDATOR!!! HER HUNTER!!! HER SISTER!!!
She slams him into the ground one more time and the earth breaks beneath into a huge crater.
I AM!!!!!

Meanwhile as Hex does The Thing, Hel feels her grip onto this world slipping away as the needle further deactivates her existence. The voice from before rings in her head.
! ? @ ? !

I'm fine… it just hurts…

! $ # & {}

I know… I will… That was a bad idea. Maybe this… should have happened…

! ! % @ !

Stop yelling… I just… need to think…

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NO! No. You don't need to come. Stay where you are. I think you'd make things worse…

-@-&-!-

What? I can't hear you… I… I think… I thi…. ah…

Hex takes her left claw and wraps it around IAMUS along with the claw that has impaled him. She holds him down in the crater for one second. Then she swings him over her head and slams him back down in the hole one more time. Her eyes are wide with mindless ferocity and her teeth have blackened from her acidic bile.
Do it.

As Hex holds down IAMUS, Azgoroth casts his spell and the void apparition slowly dissipates in a blinding light. When the light touches Hex's claws, she recoils from the vanishing body and starts swearing madly.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKSHITFUCKMOTHERFUCKSHITFUCKINGSHITFUCKASS
A scorching pain like when placing a hand on an iron hot stove shoots through her limbs and makes her bellow in anger. She looks at the light staining her palms as her cursed flesh attempts to rid of it. She turns her head to look over at Hel, who had not moved from her kneel and still had the lance in her chest. Hex growls in disappointment and stalks over to her. She stands in front of her and barks.
Get up.
Hel's body lurches forward. She carefully lifts her head up and meets her sister's gaze. The right eye had already been eaten away by the runes and her left had blackened sclera and that amethyst colored iris. A weak croak comes out of her mouth.
"..a..aa…hau…"
I said get up.
Hel struggles to make her feet stand. The lance angles itself against her balance and she stumbles, a pathetic squeal comes from her throat. Hex bares her teeth and her claws tremble in anger. She grabs the lance and pries it out of Hel's chest. A terrible shriek comes out as she falls forward. Her blood pours out her wound in waves as she clutches at the hole, desperately trying to contain her insides.
Stop this childishness and stand on your feet you disgusting whore.
Hel ignores her insult and stands to her feet as her legs shake and shiver while she balances herself. She steps forward, causing Hex to unsheath her claws and bring them to Hel's throat. Hel gently grasps one of her fingers and gingerly pushes it away. Hex looks at this pathetic being who she must call her kin with shock.
What are you doing?
Hel stumbles forward, her gait mimicking that of a newborn foal until she reaches Azgoroth. She takes his arm into her hand while the other still clutches her chest. She tries to stand, but ends up leaning on him for support. She looks up and tries to choke out sounds.
www… wha… whe… where… wound…?
Her eyes crease as her age catches up to her and she tries to lift her head, but can only hold it down.

(OOC: Guys, PLEASE tell me if I type too much or if it gets too overwhelming. My paragraph powers have doubled due to there being two characters on stage so just let me know if you want me to cut some stuff out for the sake of ease, aight?)

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"He… hehe…hmhmhm…"
Hel lightly laughs to herself at Azgoroth's words as Hex looks at her with blazing, blank eyes.
If you even entertain the thought of healing her, I will rip you to shreds, stag.
Hel continues to struggle to hold her weight and Hex watches her with disdain and disgust.
Actually. This is pathetic. When we strife, I want her at full power. She crosses her arms and grits her teeth. I know no healing abilities. They would all kill her. Summon your "Darioth."

Hel touches her chest to feel nothing but fur. A smile brightens her face and she lets out some small laughs.
"Ha, haha! I'm okay! I'm better now!" She looks to Azgoroth and takes his hand into her hers and shakes it vigorously. "Thank you so much! You're a swell fella!" Her face beams up at him with genuine gratitude.

Hel chortles softly. "Oh come on now, I'm just being grateful! You helped me, and I want to return the thanks. It's completely normal, so don't think I'm weird just cause I-" She was about to go on a monologue about the value of gratitude until a giant black claw wraps itself around her head. She pauses her speech only to respond in a small voice.
"Ah?"
Hex grips Hel's head, lifts her up high above herself and slams her sister onto the ground with all of her strength. Hel lies face down in a small crater very similar to the one Hex made before and does not move for a few seconds. When the dust settles, she puts a finger up and points it to Hex. She lifts her head and besides some minor scratches and a dirty scowl, appears unharmed.
"Dick move bro. Dick. Move."
She stands herself up and brushes the dust off her robes while spitting to her right. "At least give me a warning next time. PFFBBT!" Hex growls ferociously and speaks in a low, dangerous tone. Leave or fight me. That is your only choice.

Hel looks ups in surprise. "Hex, we talked about this. The contract said-"
FORGET THE FUCKING CONTRACT!
Hel recoils slightly and stiffens at the outburst. Hex's teeth are bared once more and elongate past what her mouth can logically hold. Fight me. Now. She steps forward. You owe me. After how you died. After how pathetic you were. I want a rematch. Your screams are incomplete without your struggle. Hel's eyes widen and her brows furrow. "Hex… listen you need to-" She was cut off by a huge black claw coming down onto her. The claw slams onto the ground with unforgiving force as the earth shook and the dust flew again. She ducks and rolls to her left and bounces back up on her feet with hesitation in her eyes. "Hex! Why!? You already killed me! What more do you want!? I struggled, I begged, the whole thing! Why do you want to fight!?" Hex looks up to her with fury and indignation. Bile spills from between her fangs and eyes glisten that harsh whiteness that stands out from her fur. She simply repeats.
You owe me.

Hel looks from Hex to Vozreal and Azgoroth and then back to Hex and then back again and does this so much she gets dizzy. She stomps her foot and glares at the two. “OH I AM SOOOO GLAD YOU GUYS ARE ENJOYING THE SHOW. YOU WANT SOME CANDY TOO?!”
Hex doesn’t react to the others and stretches a claw out to grab her sisters throat. Hel chokes out a yelp as she is brought face to face with her sister. She grabs at the claws and tries to pry herself from their grasp, but every inch she makes only makes the grip tighter.
You owe me.
Hex hisses the mantra to her sister as she lifts her up to meet eyes. Hel stares wide into that horrible whiteness she used to see. Then with her struggling breath, ushers her last saving throw.
“I… I-I… I’m not at f-full power!”
WHAT!?
Hex immediately drops Hel like she burned her and roars at her sister. Hel regains her breath and footing and scrambled out a quick explanation. “M-my existence isn’t qualified in this world anymore! My manifestation runes were damaged and now I only have access to a small amount of my powers. Even my magic reservoir has been cut short. I don’t think I could even use Void Magic now…” Hel gets quieter as Hex’s eyes become wide and bright with rage. She heaves heavily and turns around to pummel the ground. Debris and rocks flies past Hel as she takes a couple steps back towards Vozreal and Azgoroth. “Umm… she might need some time to cool down…”
FUCKASSSONOFABITCHFUCKWHOREMOTHERFUCKINGSHITBULLSHITFUCKSHITMOTH-
“… a lot of time…”