Hex's objectives range from everyday things to killing off an entire race. His current objective was to get some food in his stomach though. As the creature looked back on them, it's milky white eyes scanned the trio, as if memorising them in case they became a threat to it's master.
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"You should probably listen to your friend there, Girly. It's none of your business what my objective is." He'd say, his Familiar watching them like a hawk.
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The creatures minion looked at the students (are they all students?) growling a little when they stared at Hex. Lifting a hand, Hex calmed the creature down, stroking the top of it's head. "Calm down, young one. They aren't our objective right now." He would say as he continued to walk, ignoring...
Drip.. Drip.. Drip..
Was all Hex could hear from the basement in the school, which contained mostly broken school equipment and old chairs that have hardly ever seen the sunlight. Hex was atop a table, his hood pulled over his head, smile as wide as could be. The sound of water dripping from...