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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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Keziah sighs irritatingly and looks at Vozreal. "Yes. A weakness that can be exploited is to apply gratification and joy to the occupants within its chasm. The problem is however, is that since you know that it is a weakness, it knows it is a weakness and has already crafted a back up to deal with it in the occurrence that it happens again. We could attempt another method to appease the victims within it, but the only way to access them is through the mouth. And it is not known to let things fall freely from its throat. Only one creature in all of existence had escaped that horrific prison and the only, only reason it escaped in the first place was because it was thrown up. It's body rejected the being and could not contain it within itself no matter what." She turns back to her notes and writes 'Appeasing the victims; not possible.'
She turns back around towards Azgoroth and shakes her head. "The chasm within its body is a realm, but it does not qualify as a "world." It is a stomach that has been heavily modified to the point where it no longer resembles a stomach. It's digestive juices have been removed and the occupants sit there and rot with no way to die or escape. That is one of the main sources of its principles of manifestation and is too dangerous to toil with since becoming an occupant is the most likely scenario." She writes 'World eater; cannot apply.' She hums in distress. "I… don't like that I am being so negative about all this. I am trying to find the most logical way to utilize all of your abilities, but the Beast is just… it's so…" She balls up her fists and furrows her brows in agitation at her notes. "…annoying."

And then he had a stroke of genius.
"Ecstasy!"

“One thing I noticed” mused Azgoroth “is that she was extremely averse to the sun based magic I used against my long time enemy IAMUS. And she disliked IAMUS Greatly because of his lack of a physical form, thus speaking. I could potentially summon Darioth and have him keep up a steady chain of sun and celestial based curses and Magica while we all find out a way to make ourselves very happy. Darioth is an expert at fast dimension hopping so catching him would be difficult, but I’m just.. what is the term. Brain-storming? Would this potentially work as a distraction acolyte?”

"Or we could drug her!!"

Keziah huffs and turns to Vozreal. The lines on her eyes flash and seize erratically. "No. If the Beast has a counter to one herb, it most likely has a counter to drugs as a whole. It covers all its bases. It is not to be toiled with lightly." She looks down and begins to think very hard about anything that could be effective against Hex.
Keziah looks to Azgoroth and tilts her head to the side. "There is a high possibility that the Beast cannot construct a resistance to that specific type of magic due to the principles of curses rejecting holy artifacts. Our world has nothing that can be declared holy, so no such weakness exists in its home dimension. But here there are plenty of ways we could use that to our advantage." She spins around and jots down on her notes 'Holy Artifacts: Effective.' She gives a small smile to the inch of progress they made and hums in satisfaction. She looks back at him. "I'm afraid you misunderstand me. It is not us that determines its form. It is the victims within its body. It has them locked away in an alternate realm that is essentially its stomach that had been altered past organic recognition. They suffer forever and cannot die under any circumstances. Their misery fuels its physical manifestation onto the world. It has maybe… a couple thousand in there?" She looks to Hel. Hel blinks and looks at her fingers and counts on them slowly. She looks up.
"Yeah, like a couple hundred thousand or so. Wouldn't be surprised if she were reaching a million."
"Yes. And your "Dary- da- dariote- d- ally also sounds useful!" She hastily scribbles in the air and tried to hide her sheepish face.

"Allison dropped her holy sword…" Britney said, holding it up like She-ra

Keziah stares in confusion at the sudden appearance of Britney and almost short circuits. "Wait where did you come from? Who are you? Who's Alli- forget it, the more allies the better." Hel perks up and waves her hand.
"Hey Brit! Good to see you again! Even though we've got like an inch of beef between each other it's cool to see you again."
Keziah observes the sword she's holding and nods in approval. "Yes, that weapon will prove to be a useful tool in out battle. But remember, the goal is not to kill the Beast. We must exhaust it, then I must transport it back. Otherwise, it can potentially reach a form that coexists with nonreality as a while." She grimaces at the thought and adds 'Holy Sword' under 'Holy Artifacts.'

Hel leans black and blows a strand of hair out of her face.
"This is rough man… I have an idea!"
Keziah turns her head to Hel in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah!" Hel turns to Vozreal. "You purified my curse! You can purify Hex's curses and weaken her in battle!" She turns Keziah. "Ain't that crazy? Curse purification doesn't exist in our world, but he can do it! Isn't that-" Hel stops talking as she sees Keziah resting her forehead against her fist and shaking her head.
"Vozreal did not purify your curse, Hel. Do you really not now?" Her eyes her creased with disdain.
"What? How would you-"
"When I was existing as a transient being, I saw everything that happened. The Beast arrived and drained the curse from you. Your curse wasn't purified, it was transferred. And the Beast did it to prolong your existence so you both can quarrel. Vos- this one assisted with your concussion."
Hel gapes with wide eyes in shock at Keziah. She turns her head to the others. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SHE WAS HERE!?"

"Actually, I can purify curses. It takes a very long time, had the beast not helped."

Hel blinks in surprise and looks to Keziah with a faint smile. "Oh, that's goo-" Keziah has her face in her hands and was shaking her head. She slowly lifts her head from her hands and groans.
"Hel. That was a curse that was caused by a song. A nursery rhyme with little malicious intent behind it that almost killed you by the pure fact that your magic reacted. The curses from the Beast are far, far more dangerous and purposeful. The intention of harm is very prominent and are beyond advanced in terms of more tame curses in comparison. They are saturated in nothing but hate and wickedness. They were created specifically to cause pain and suffering and have countered purification so thoroughly, it makes stone rot. It can not be conventionally cured like an illness." Keziah glowers at Hel with annoyance. "You of all people should know this, Great Witch."
Keziah says the title mockingly and turns back to her notes, writing 'Purification: Ineffective.' Hel turns her head away and awkwardly rubs the back of her head. She doesn't look hurt, but she stays silent. Keziah turns to Britney.
"What can you offer us in terms of abilities?"

"I'm good at hunting. I can also make my arrows effective against unholy beings…"

"I insist you do not aim them at me then" says Azgoroth slowly backing away from Britney slightly.

Keziah nods and jots it down in the air. 'Holy Sword + Holy Arrows.' She turns to Britney and sees her antlers. Her eyes flick open a tad wider and she hums in acknowledgement. "I used to have those… not for long, though…" She clears her throat and observes her notes. The most effective things they have are the Holy Artifacts as a primary offensive weakness and the wraiths and Darioth serving as distractions. "This could very well work… does anyone else have any necessary input?" She turns to the others while Hel thinks intently about something.

"One thing, in order for me to summon Darioth with the capacity to launch spells I must be at phase ten or later. This means, I have to let hex or some other hostile party hit me at least once. Which could potentially be a problem".

Keziah rubs her face in concern. "That is a problem. Although you effectively are 'dead,' I'm assuming because of you're skeletal appearance, the Beast has made curses in the past that even affect the dead. It… is a conundrum in our world, but I believe it has something to do with altering the world on a nuclear level. It will make you 'alive' so you are susceptible to curses. It's a… um what's the word… a head scratcher. So letting it touch you, let alone harm you, is very dangerous. But, it could possibly have not constructed a counter to your condition since it would not target you specifically. It likes to eat things that are alive." She turns her head to Hel. "And it is targeting her."
Keziah looks at Hel with squinted eyes as her markings twitch curiously. "You both have such an attachment to one another… Even though it hates you so furtively and cannot fathom any other emotion, you have such blasphemous familiarity with it… Like its atrocities mean nothing to you." Hel looks up with a deep frown and bent brows and stands up in indignation. She stares down at Keziah intensively, thoroughly done with taking insult after insult. The tension returns along with some lingering effects of a suffocating energy in the air.

"In order for her to kill me, she would have to do it fifteen times" says Azgoroth "Each phase clears all damage and possible curses, As long as I can extract myself before she adapts to my phases I should be able to rise in power quickly enough to confuse her".

What Vozreal looks like

Keziah turns away from Hel dismissively and acknowledges Azgoroth instead. "That could prove to be fruitful. The Beast has little patience for things that may take too long, so if it begins to see fighting you as a chore, then we could-" Hel interjects sharply.
"Oh no. We are NOT done here." Keziah ignores her and continues talking.
"We could bombard it with a series of attacks that are powerful, yet nonfatal as to-"
"Listen to me and don't ignore me, young lady! I brought you here so we could get rid of her. We almost have this plan put together and could potentially have a shot with taking her down. But you are constantly antagonizing me!" Hel pinches Keziah by her shoulder and brings her up, who responds with a sharp yelp and a snarl. "Yes, I still see her as my sister! Yes I feel there could be a chance to redeem her! And yes! I let her kill me! I couldn't fight her!

Keziah retorts with her own yelling. "You absolutely, could have! You are the Crooked Witch who was granted the Gift by the Void, one of the most powerful abilities and beings in our world, yet you can't kill an obviously evil being for what!? Because you shared a bed!? A mother!? A face!? That's all dead and gone! You could have saved so many people if you just didn't let your emotions decide your actions, but now our world is plunged into an era of death that it cannot pry itself out of! THIS WAS YOUR DOING!!"