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Started April 27, 2020 by @trinitywilliams group

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"What in the tenth ring have you done to yourself?!" Asked Azgoroth "this is the abusing of shapeshifting Magica!"

"Hm? Oh, this? The can happen when I'm summoned. I can't control it. I'll change back." She did so. He was better now.
"Let's kill this bitch."

“Ah, I see. Gender for other species can be quite stringent, but for our kind there is no stagnant perception. I myself am an example of that. But let’s not get sidetracked.” She steps forward and addresses Vozreal. “I’m glad to see that you’re feeling better. This is an imperative battle and requires our full attention. For now, the last thing we need to do is wake up Hel. I don’t know how that will be possible considering she’s a heavy sleeper, but I’m sure that we can manage-“ as she was speaking she turns herself around to check on Hel….

Only to see that she’s gone…
Keziah freezes as she looks at the vacant spot. “What.”
It was then, a pungent smell fills her nose.
A scent she is all to familiar with.
A scent that made her stomach crawl and turn like worms.
A scent she had escaped.

Rot.

"What?" He said, curious, not able to smell it

Azgoroth muttered and flicked his fingers, the angelic warriors moved forward steadily “Is it is he beast?” He asked quietly “if it is, acolyte. Get behind me”.

Keziah runs towards Azgoroth and yells loudly. “Open your shadow!! NOW!”

Azgoroth releases some spell, causing his shadow to cover a massive area and cast everything in it into a pitch black. The angelic warriors take a defensive stance on unison with one another and begin chanting a hymn quietly.

Keziah makes a little hop and dives feet first into his shadow. She submerges into it and disappears as if she landed in a body of water. No trace of her is left except for dark purple lines swaying inside the shadow as if something were swimming inside.

The scent of rot, decay, decomposition, and death fill the room to a suffocating degree. A sickening blackness creeps forth rapidly as dendritic lines pierce the floor, leaving cracks in their wake. From those lines, eyes and mouths open and protrude pathetically, wailing and weeping their sorrows into the air. The blackness strains and seizes erratically as if I were in pain. It infects the room with debilitating curses despite the apparent immunity of its opponents as a deep redness drapes the air and stains the breath in their lungs. Te blackness swells up, rising high and imposing to almost nine feet.
Two white ovals puncture the darkness. It leaks an abominable aura. It should have never existed.

The Beast is here.

He could smell it now.
"What da fuck?" He said, dsgusted

"Ah world eater, so sad that we must meet this way" says Azgoroth, adopting the pose used by his followers as an icon "It would be n your best interests to leave" As he spoke energy crackled off of him. His eyes grew deeper still, seeming to hold the eternity of the cosmos and beyond within them. Time seems to slow around him the dust slowing as it drifts through the air, his mouth hinges wide open and his voice Emanates from everywhere at once "Vultis Istis, Wrathtus Vastis, CHRONOS. K Y R O S".

Black swords manifest from Azgoroth’s words and launch towards her with ferocious speeds, impaling her head, throat, and chest. Her body juts and flinches from them, but her eyes remain wide and white.
The flames of wraiths surround her in an instant cast violent, burning fires to swallow her whole. The scent of corroding flesh as it melts from her limbs mixes in with the rot and death hanging in the air. Despite this, she still stares forward with nary a nod to her plight.
The threads of time seize her. The darkness tracing the floor and the blood staining the air become stagnant in their travel. She even halts her own materialization, pausing without forming a proper shape. But as all this transpires, a faint melody floats menacingly in the air.

My shade now marvels at this gall.
What desperation claims this soul?
I speak about my beck and call,
yet all it summons is your toll.

Her head thrusts upwards. The blades embedded in her body crack and creak. Her eyes glow so obscene and bright. The swords crumble into a decayed dust.

Now lean your ear towards the knell,
it beckons all to wicked fates.
Fall deep yet deeper in my well,
and rot for all immortal days.

As the wrists burn her, flesh retaliates and produces growths on them. They swell and engorge themselves on their flames as the weight of the curses douse the wraiths, reducing four of them to ash.

Your eyes, your hearts, your teeth, and lungs
shall only serve a wondrous feast.
Submit before these wayward songs,
and bow before the Cursed Beast.

Deep red fractures litter the air haphazardously, leaking and gushing with ooze and liquids. It produces an effect that stakes the air, yet keeps it moving, like trying to animate a corpse.
She casts a curse of Eternal Flow. Time cannot be altered.
She rears her head up and faces the group. The white crescent grin lined with blood soaked teeth splits her skull apart. They pierce her eyes. She opens her mouth.
I cannot wait to kill you all.

(Relatable tho. Just a quick edit. After I'm done here I'm fucking gone from this sight, no offense to anybody involved here but. A lot of people here REALLY piss me off, my fault for having a differentiating opinion I suppose. Just thought I would let y'all know you won't be seeing any more of me.)

(What happened?)

A new-comer approaches. She had a yellow and red eye, caused by her heterochromia, but that was the only thing hetero about her. She had a ponytail with blue tips. She also had freckles and stars. And a scar on her left eye. She had a spiked collar on too. Her name was Sindy.

(I was looking over a few different threads. I feel very strongly about my religion and politics. And dislike the fact that I cannot make a differentiating statement without 3+ people freaking out, even when simply testing the waters. I may not leave, I may simply go dark again. I’ll decide later when I have a clearer head)

Azgoroth breaths in slowly, the three angelic warriors shoot forth, golden strands of holy power flickering in their wake “KISH TOLAS” he curses, feeling the threads go stiff. He growls and releases the threads “Let us see how you fight an enemy that grows stronger every time you kill him” he says in the language of the elder gods. To everybody else present, he seems to be speaking in naught but noises, hisses and clicks that sound more animalistic than anything.

The suffocating darkness thickens further, causing all points of entry into their realm to be sealed off. Curses leak from her body and ooze from her presence, infecting their surroundings throughly with rot. She grins wide at Azgoroth’s words, but focuses her attention at the holy beings that come to her.
She casts her strands of hair into the ground and launch them out from under the angels, entangling them in her black, cursed webbing. They are immune to her curses, but her hair cannot be burned by holiness due to its nonorganic substance. She traps them and immobilizes them.
She turns her wicked gaze towards the group and opens her mouth to speak.
Her voice comes out reverbating and with legion. It was an unidentifiable sound.
You all should be more attentive of what you leave on the floor. You never know who could come by and swipe things without your knowing.
Her eyes widen further and her grin curls over them. She leans forward and opens her mouth, heaving and retching like a dog.
From her throat, something came dangling out like a furred tongue.

It was a black furred arm. It twitches pathetically and desperately, clenching and releasing in a useless attempt to summon its strength.
Hex swings her head back and swallows it back down. She looks at the party with vicious, excitable eyes.
If you want her back. Cut her out of me.

"ZA WARUDO!!" The new comer said, teleporting her behind Hex. She stabbed Hex

"Dosk voth inith asp" Growled Azgoroth, invoking his mastery of magic. Seven razor sharp blades appeared around him, hissing with energy, he sent the seven blades spiraling towards Hex following up with a wave of fire wraiths "STRIKE ME DOWN" he hissed dashing closer to Hel, making sure his shadow stayed firmly over Keziah. "Newcomer, continue stabbing the cursed maggot with unrelenting force will you?"

"My name is Sindy!!" She said, continuing to stab Hex with unrelenting force

(OOC: Idk if it was clear, Keziah is literally inside Azgoroth’s shadow. She’s basically riding inside of it until Hex is weakened and then she can do the Thing. That’s why Hex can’t even smell her cause she quite literally is not in their reality anymore. Just thought I’d clarify in case you were confused)
An odd sensation becomes noticeable in Hex’s back, as if something were lightly poking at her. The wicked ropes on her head seize for whatever was causing it and grabs Sindy by the head. They tighten their grip around her neck and throw her over Hex towards Azgoroth at a blinding speed.
She feels that impudent worm struggle in the back of her throat, but pushes her down. She will stay a prisoner as long as she lives.
Hex bears her claws to the floor beneath her and summons more black lines to infect the ground. She is making the reality they walk on decay.

Sindy, however, was too fast for Anyone or anything.

Azgoroth hissed and swung at Hex with a summoned blade, attempting to bait her into hitting him so he could move to a higher phase.