"not really, I only "died" once. everything was blurry and played in slow-motion then everything went black and i woke up in the hospital. I was only a toddler when it happened…." he then began to mumble something about how Aunt Death killed the guy who shot him.
"Is your Aunt Death the same one who raised you?" He asked, curious
"no. I have two aunts. My Aunt Ivy and My Aunt Death. "
I see… are the aunts related to you by blood in any way?
he pulled out a blunt and began to smoke it.
"My Aunt Ivy. she's my fathers sister."
Hex nods at the King's response. At least you have allies in your pursuit for conquest, and Death being among them gives you an advantage. Despite your loathing, do not let them go. They will be reliable assets, especially your Aunt. She grins maliciously to herself. The word "aunt" gives her mixed feelings, but nonetheless, she feels nothing but satisfaction when she hears it. She turns to her head to observe Vozreal bring out a strange object and put it to his lips, blowing out a wisp of smoke and appearing far more at ease. She leans in and smells the smoke. It smells… disgusting. What the hell is that? She puts her claw over her nose and leans far away from him.
"Weed, want some?" he offered
Hex looks at the blunt he held out to her. She carefully takes it between her claws. It looks comically small in her huge fingers. She brings it to her mouth. And throws it down her throat. Not even chewing, just deadass swallows it in one maneuver. She looks to Vozreal with a confused look on her face. What now?
Did you just… EAT it?" he facepalmed
What? She looks around with even more confusion before looking to Vozreal again. Was that not the correct procedure? Are you supposed to inhale it or consume it? She crosses her arms and snarls. You handed me a strange object and I did what I do best.
You're supposed to smoke it, like a cigar?"
And I didn't hand you shit I asked if you want any!"
( haha weed go brrr in Hex's stomach)
(OOC: BRUH SHE MUSTVE SNATCHED THE BLUNT FROM HIS HAND AAAA)
Hex tilts her head. A cigar? She scratches her the back of her neck. Never heard of one. She doesn't feel anything off inside herself, but when she opens her mouth to speak, smoke comes out in small little puffs. She looks at her breath in complete and utter confusion. What… is happening?
You're gonna be so relaxed soon…"
Hex cannot feel fear in any form, but burdening concern makes itself apparent on her face. What? What did I just eat? I- She feels a sudden wave of something come over her and is immediately filled with even more concern. Her body has finally registered what exactly she consumed and it takes a very different effect on her then it would normally, causing her to freeze in place. She doesn't go rigid like she did before, but she stares wide eyed out in front of her. Nothing happens for a moment. Then her teeth, one by one, start falling out her mouth.
"SHIT– WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL–" King stares with wide eye as teeth fall one by one out of Hex's mouth
Hex offers no response or reaction as she continues to stare outward in a trance. Until her left eye bulges and pops out her socket. Following shortly after, dozens of hundreds of eyes spill from her skull, all much smaller and moving in contrast to her own, twitching and squirming with discomfort and fear. Her head falls forward onto her lap, tipping off her neck with her body toppling over as well. She begins to disintegrate and dissolve into a viscous black substance as shrill and hoarse screams emanate from her crumpled form…. all while little wisps of smoke dance freely atop what's left of her.
He's looked at her crumbled form with a oh shit look
Welp I'm dead!"
As the sludge disintegrates further into nothingness, the blackness dissipates to reveal a very, very small pinkish crimson piece of something less than the size of a quarter. It is the only thing left of Hex's body and it appears to be unable to disappear with the rest of the matter.
Fuck this shit I'm out!" he sang
Suddenly, something happens with the piece.
The piece of something softly pulsates, as if it were breathing. It juts in unison to a rhythmic beat as its veins protrude and twitch. It gently gleams with a strange covering of some kind of substance. Whatever it is, its appears to be alive. It shivers and gestates and begins to roll around in circles.
(OOC: Okay, I was hoping y'all would at least poke it by now, but I'll just tell you right off the bat: She needs food to regrow. I need a whole ass PowerPoint to explain what happened, but basically if you want her back she needs to eat. Get her a rotisserie chicken or somethin')
"You want some mcdonalds?" He hands the thing a buttermilk crispy chicken sandwich.
(OOC: The best type of sandwich…)
The things rolls around in circles even faster. He sets the food on the ground and it rolls on top of the food and just sits there. At first glance, it seems completely inactive. But looking closely reveals that the surface contact between the thing and the sandwich causes it to get absorbed into the thing. It rolls on top of the sandwich and through it for a few more minutes before its finally gone. The thing does not change in size or appearance, but it begins to shake and squirm rapidly, as if it were cold or afraid.
(OOC: yeah if Vozreal picked it up, it would've eaten his hand lol)
He kept feeding it more food
The little fleshy ball thingy kept rolling around and around, consuming everything that it could come into contact with. After absorbing every last crumb of the food Vozreal put down, its starts shaking and squirming like before, but far more violently. The air around it became a solidified blackness that attaches itself to the things fleshy surface. The blackness bulges and gestates like something were fighting on the inside, trying to escape, and it begins to grow. At around 1 foot, it is a pitch black sludge of decayed and rotting flesh surrounding the Thing.
It continues to expand further, producing eyes, mouths, and even faces as it reaches 4 feet. This time, the faces begin screaming, all varied in age and pitch, realizing they are once again prisoners in the Heretical Beast. At 6 feet, limbs sprout from the Thing. Arm and legs, big and small were punching the ground and thrashing wildly in a frenzied panic, continuing to screech and holler for freedom.
Finally, at around 8 feet, the grotesque display of assimilated bodies are hidden away by a dark, opaque veil that conceals their appearance and sounds. A torso wearing a very familiar (coat? jacket? idk what she wears) manifests above it, claws springing out from its sides tipped with black curses. At the very top where a dark orb rests above the dead carnage, long strings of hair billows out menacingly. And on that orb, two white spheres faze into sight, blank and unmoving. Her mouth has yet to appear, but right now, her gaze settles right on Vozreal.
King watched in a stunned, clearly disturbed silence. His green eyes were wide as he watched. "what the hell…?" he whispers