Only for Villans

Hex looks at Vozreal with the most "Do You Think I Am A Dumbass" face she can conceivable produce. I am completely aware of the Old and New Testament variations, but because of certain things that pertain to concepts outside of my peripheral, I cannot discuss them. She looks down with a claw on her chin. I, as an inhuman concept, cannot completely comprehend the human experience nor can I understand most of the stories that are touted in that book. It is akin to likening the experience of a hound to that of an insect. They are two discernable creatures that simply cannot fathom their circumstances, no matter how intelligent they may be. She sighs softly at her statement. I would be lying if I said I was not curious about such a reality. The better one grasps their understanding, the more accessible their destruction. A gleam of malicious intent flashes behind her pale eyes. She swallows it down nonetheless.

Hex scoffs at his statement. Even I am older than that stack of nonsense. She checks her hand briefly to see if it had mutated, lifting it up to her face for inspection. No, it's fine. The absence of gore and red is off putting but not unnatural. She clenches and flexes it experimentally, hoping to know if all the bones grew properly. Have you ever been killed, demon? She asks while bending her digits backwards. Do you know the sensation of death?

Ah. Do not speak of children at me. I could really use one right now. Hex puts a claw to her stomach and sighs. She hasn't eaten anything since she's arrived here unlike the Tantrum King. Nonetheless, I wanted to ask. What do you see when you die? And do you hate or enjoy the sensation?

King crossed his arms as he listened. the question reminded him when he had only "died." what he felt was a numb feeling. Something he was sure he'd never feel again. He could hear everyone around him gasping and screaming. He "died" when he was still a young lad, only a toddler. He was shot in the chest but a shotgun. He didn't really feel or see anything, he just saw the sky, blue as always and felt numb, everything seemed to be played in slow-motion. He remembered that he didn't even cry, not a single tear. He just fell back and onto the cobblestone street, bleeding out as his parents rushed him to the hospital. "…why was it such a weird feeling……?" he murmured quietly to himself.

Hex turns to the King and raises her claw up with her palm upward. Raise your voice, Shadow King. If you let yourself fear death, it will follow you on your heels till the day it claims you. But if you show no shivering spine or weeping eyes at its presence, it will let you live as long as you desire. She says all this very bluntly and harshly, as if she were expecting more from a so called tyrant. Death comes for us all once, but rarely twice. So do not succumb to that primal rejection.

Hex rolls her eyes and grunts. Yes, I remember. What a bore That One was. Does she have the ability to take your soul? Or when you die, do you see her? Or rather, you simply do not lose consciousness no matter how destroyed your body and mind may be? She looks at Vozreal inquisitively.

King looked up, "Death? I know her as well."

Hex snaps her head up and stares at King in shock. Then she whips her head to look at Vozreal. What!? You both know an incarnation of death!? She looks back and forth between the tyrant and the demon. What is with you beings and your invested experience in your own mortality!? She puts her claws to her forehead and mutters low but clear. I have never met a being affiliated with death in my realm. We do not have one, I believe. She puts her claw to her chin and ponders if she ever did but never noticed.

"Death is a close family friend of mine. She kinda raised me with my aunt." he kept his arms crossed as he spoke. "She hasn't told me if she has a real name or not but I call her Aunt Death."

(OOC: LMAOOOO GET REKT HEX)
Hex listens to their discussion silently, intrigued by their experiences with Death as a being. I see. So in King's case, when he "dies" he can avoid death by the sheer fact that he is companions with her. And for the demon, his immortality is a curse directly bestowed by death, so he cannot die through conventional means. She appears to trying to explain this to herself. She scratches lightly at the fur beneath her mouth as she ponders this information. In other words you both are truly immune to death until proven otherwise.

Hm… How peculiar for one to have such connections with the very concept that guarantees the end of one's life. Do you know what will happen when you die? Hex puts a claw into her sleeve and rubs at her wrist. It's still irritated from its flawed regeneration process.

Hex lifts her head slightly to that. Ah. I do as well. No matter how destroyed or ripped apart I am, a singular piece of my original flesh can regenerate my entire body- she gives a wide harrowing grin. -and everyone else along with me. Her grin falters just a tad. There was one set back whenever she did "die." Although… when my mind is destroyed, I am forced to recess in to my deeper subconscious and… she pauses. She realizes she doesn't have to explain anything to these people and simply stops talking. She changes the subject very abruptly. About that curse. Do you want to die at some point or would you rather stay immortal? She asks quicker than she normally would.

"I would rather stay immortal, thank you. If I died who would rule over my people and slaughter them in the hundreds?" he asked, you could hear the smile on his face as he said 'slaughter.'

Hex simply shrugs. Whatever will lengthen your reign of carnage. Just make sure your world is in ruins by the time you die. Or else your existence would have had no meaning. She lowers herself to the ground and rests on the floor. From the way she props herself it gives the illusion she doesn't have legs. Even when she is sitting, she still looks monstrously huge. How will you go about breaking the curse if you decide to do so? If you claim you are incapable of feeling that deplorable emotion then is it even possible for you to break it at all? She props her head on her right palm as she scans Vozreal.

A low rumbling emanates from Hex's chest, like a guttural boiling of her innards. Same. Difference. She gives him a fierce gaze, but not with malice. With judgment. I pruned my soul of all that abysmal excessiveness long before I began my ascent. With your age and experience, you should do the same if you aim to carve the world apart. She crosses her arms and glares at Vozreal, as if she were disappointed. She switches her gaze to the King for a moment. You better not be succumbing to any forms of that emotion either, Shadow King. Not even for your aunt. Every form of it deserves to perish if one desires to kill. She refocuses onto her claw once more. Not even to inspect it. Simply because she'd rather look at it than the other two.

"Like I've stated before, I never show love to anyone, not even the one I decided to marry."

Hex nods in understanding. I see. Good to know that all of us can resist every effect of that abominable sensation. She leans her eyes towards her claws with disdain and then quickly shifts her gaze. Now then, back to death and regeneration. Do you know what will happen to you two when you die? I know exactly what happens to my kind the moment we pass on, but apparently most creatures do not. She folds her claws a top her lap in a mockery of a polite guise.

(ooc: SHIET, HAD A BRAIN FART)