Only for Villans

Hex brought head up to the ceiling and harshly snapped her gaze to the one named Allison. The thought of tearing this one open and making a heretical buffet of her limbs was a thought that made her grin widen to the point of splitting her head apart. But. The contract. Child of Grotesque Flesh… She started with her words now drowning in viscous toxins. Be warned how you arrange the sounds that come from your disgusting little mouth. Lest your pale throat be severed from your very neck. She bent her waist to match the height of the human, bringer her face to face with Allison. She let a puff of breath escape from her teeth, hoping a curse would slither its way into her lungs. (Little question, but how are you with swearing? Does excessive cussing make you uncomfortable? Hex can get aggressive with her language at times.)

Silence. A dreadful silence lingers. Hex is frozen where she stands, her gaze unmoving, as if she had become a statue. Then, the silence was shattered by a more dreadful sound. KKKKKKKHAAAAHAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She sucks in breath as if she were drowning and bellows again.
AAAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Finally, after the sound of thousands of screaming souls died in her throat, she regains her composure and refocuses her eyes onto Allison, but an apparent madness had consumed the whiteness, replacing the false uneasiness she had displayed with ferocious bloodlust. Oh you misguided, underestimating, vile, virulent, pernicious, ignorant, dense, foolish creature! My life is all but "sad and pathetic." My life has been filled with nothing but the most delightful, magnificent joy to ever be known! She raised her claws to her sides and emphasized her words as she brandished her crimson tips. Somehow, the dried blood had begun to liquify again. I have drowned myself in all that gives me pleasure! I know nothing but triumph in my life. Tasting fear and death has always been my purpose, my mantra in my existence! Her blankness became more chaotic, the air around her shifted into something grim and foul. And that look. That LOOK of pure and utter hatred you bestow upon me is my greatest pleasure I can take away from any living breathing creature! She suddenly spoke low and quiet. Except your organs and skin of course. The wickedness in her face distorted the world and a darkness fell behind her. The death of love and life is my impetus, child. The room, once submerged in a sickening, disgusting darkness, had been stripped of such depravity a moment later. The energy she had released and the curses she casted all retreated back into her body and the room returned to its previous state in the blink of an eye. But I'm afraid that will simply not be displayed today. She feigned weariness and exhaustion. I am bind by something I cannot break, so you will be spared by fate this time. She puts her claws behind her back and made the most uneasy and disturbing face yet: a polite and gentle smile. (I'm so sorry I got carried away,,,,,,)

OH
Hex had tilted her head to the right until her neck was bent at a 90 degree angle. A bulge on her throat where a bone should be squirmed and writhed in pain, but she kept smiling. Riiiiiight, because being a paragon of light and goodness is such an original and creative idea. Truly, your existence hadn't been discussed as trite or oversaturated at all! It might very well be a whole new identity in general. She straightened her neck, causing the growth to be sucked back into her throat. I understand that you as a human or angel or whatever you want to think you are have an obligation to express the virtues hidden deep down in your beating little heart. Her grin became wide and bright, as did her eyes. The whiteness almost appeared to be shining against her pitch black fur. But know this; I am the Bane of Virtue. All hearts expressing their goodness is destined to fall into my chasm. She bent down to her face once more and squeezed a whisper from her throat. I am your antithesis, child. She straightens herself once more and turns to Vozreal. And why are you so silent? Losing your bark now that your nemesis is here? I thought more highly of you. She pauses. Not really, but at least give me something to work with. I can't hurt the brat.

Hex's mouth made a simple frown, no grotesque distortions or misshapen skull structure. Just a plain old confused frown. What do letters have to do with talking to someone? I could have sworn her name did not bear any X's. Her frown turned into a scowl. If she is your enemy, attack her. Symbols should not interfere with the desire to maim and murder. She is hopelessly lost on any customs she is not familiar with.

Hex's eyes squinted and her frown deepened. Broken? You broke her? But she's ALIVE!! Hex started getting really pissed about that fact the some hotshot that got imprisoned was apparently making big talk. You did a shit job at breaking her! What's more, she has no permanent ailment or disfiguration on her form! You didn't do a damn thing!! The energy Hex had summoned to intimidate Allison had returned, but was different. Instead of altering the room, it only altered her. Her hair seized erratically in the air and her pointed claws curled outward. The sound of her gritting teeth was more audible than normal. And what 'fate worse than death' did you impose?? From the look of her skin and flesh, you hardly inflicted anything that could last eternally! You shoulda grounded her up while she was still alive and ate her unborn child or something to that effect! Her claws flexed menacingly and although her mouth was shut behind her teeth, there was a very high pitch screaming coming from her. It sounded like it was coming from under her clothing.

The energy around her immediately disintegrates and Hex rears her head up in surprise at this word. No? She puts her claw to her chin and ponders momentarily. I don't think I have. She looks at Vozreal with intrigue. Did you have relations with That One? Are you related? She looks at Azrael, who she had completely forgotten and regards her with annoyance. Put that shit down we're having a discussion. She decides to let civility dictate her behavior at least until she's out of here.

Hex leaned her head back eerily slow, as if she were dragging her neck from its strained position. Ah. I abandoned my capacity to love long before I became the Heretical Beast. She cringed at the thought of feeling love, or worse, the thought of being loved. My civility is born from an agreement I made with a higher being. It doesn't concern you. Her eyes became full of anger. I cannot exercise destruction under this agreement lest I beckon a creature that can bypass this realm and kill me swiftly. The anger swells as she bared her teeth, looking down onto the floor and piercing the tile beneath her. If that BITCH wants to fight again, I'd be much too happy to carve her open. Her menacing aura returned much more brutal than before and a competitive glint shined brightly in her white eyes.

Shut the fuck up shit stain, I wasn't referring to you. Hex snarled sharply and snapped her teeth like a rabid hound at Allison, spitting some black ooze at her. Her eyes became brighter to a blinding intensity as she remembers her own personal antithesis. If that whorebitch thinks she can defeat me after being devoured, she'll just become another grounded up piece of flesh in my chasm. Her back became arched and that horrible, high screaming returned. Her spine struggled against the binding of her uniform, bulges punching out and squirming erratically. She snaps herself straight up with annoyance and grunts. It doesn't matter. I already won, so I know I'm the superior one. Despite her boast, she still had a deep frown on her face. Nonetheless! You! She points a red claw at Azrael. State your business and affiliation with the current party. I need something to distract me from my hunger. She flexed her shoulders back and crossed her arms, leering down at the being sheathed in human skin.

Hex considered very quickly if she should cull this one and save herself the trouble. Then she very quickly remembered why that's a bad idea and breathed in impatiently. The Heretical Beast, The Tyrannical Witch, The Witch of Hedonistic Suffering, The Devourer of The Void, The Blasphemed Darkness, Immortal Chaos, Sin Within Flesh, Binded Hate, She took a long, deep breath. Misery Incarnate, Despair on Foot, The Bane of Life, A Curse Bounded to Death, Walking Decay, The Scourge of Faith, The Monster Who Ate My Child aaaaaand she waved her claw around in the air, trying to grasp onto another title her victims used …Hex. She crosses her arms once more. Happy?

Hex squints her eyes at the creature. They just love throwing around words that she doesn't know. What is your purpose and who do you oppose? She figures a quick and concise question will beckon a quick and concise answer.

Hex stares at her. A moment passes. Another passes. Several moments pass. Is that all? She uncrosses her arms puts the tips of her claws together. Is there anything else to your identity other than that? She has no idea if short curt answers is a human custom or a tick among this lot. When you 'oppose Life' does that mean you detest it to the point of wishing it to cease, or are you the personification of the machination in nature that doesn't serve as a malicious entity in the slightest?

Hex sighs in a complex hybrid of anger and exasperation. So you. As the bonafide personification of death to living things, wants life to cease because your "job would be easier?"If Hex had proper eyes, she would have rolled them back into her spine. That is incredibly stupid if you are a force of nature given human thought. If boredom plagues you that much, then cease existence all together. Otherwise, you would be wasting your breath and my time. She turned away from her and looked towards Allison. Although I detest you to the point where I would sell my teeth for your corpse, I must have a question answered. She leans down, coming eye to eye with the girl. What, exactly, is an "angel?" She still has no idea what that word means. There is a whole terminology that Hex had never been exposed to and she was always a curious one under all that murder.

Hex stared intently at Allison, her face neutral but drenched in unrelenting judgement. She slowly repeated A being of light, and good, then her face formed a harsh scowl as she spat and bullshit through her teeth. I must express gratitude to my realm of origin. We are not plagued by such morality. She lifts her head up all the way to its highest point. She scans the room around her. A creature affiliated with light and virtue, a being that represents the very concept of death, and a demonic thing that suffered imprisonment with little to show for it. Hex's shoulder slowly lost their tension as her arms became lax at her sides. A new neutrality took over her face, one that echoes the emotions one feels after they lost a battle they knew held no victory. I see. She says almost gently. No one here understands… She looks at a speck on the wall as if there were some interest to be had in it. She falls silent at her realization. Then, noticing her sentimentality peeking through, promptly killed it before it became anything more than a seed. She breathed in and decided to make a very abrupt declaration. Child of light and bullshit, and Being of bored death! I am afraid you both must die here and now. As the manifestation of opposing good, Vozreal and I will have to kill you. She said all this with a strangely annoyed look on her face, as if she just remembered that they were supposed to kill these two forever ago. Of course I can't do jack shit due to reasons, Vozreal will do the heavy lifting. She looks at him. Go do the shit.

BITCH!?
Hex thrusted her face into Vozreal's and looked at him with pure and utter anger in her blank eyes. She is YOUR problem to deal with! Here it is, laid out so you can finally exact carnage- Her eyes went wild and a viscous black liquid dripped from her teeth -and you have the audacity to believe that I am ordering you when we are the manifested personification of opposing virtue!? A sickening wail can be heard from under her clothes along with a deafening screech. She took her long, gangly claws and cut into her ribs. Shut up. She removes her claws from her chest, bits and pieces of flesh falling from her wounds only to be repaired instantly. She holds her gored claws to Vozreal's throat. You are a stain on the machinations of our creation you pestilent coward. She made sure to spit the liquid into his eyes.