In a burst of white light, Hex is teleported to a strange place, just in time to see Magnus be swatted into a nearby shelf, toppling it. He looks badly injured, Hate burns covering him, his scythe covered in the stuff. He looks over at her, and utters a weak, "Hello, Hex. I hope you don't mind helping me clean this mess up, do you?" He gestures to the steadily advancing Hate construct, the black goo intertwined with veins of red Malice. NOTICE: PRIVATE RP! YOU MAY ONLY PARTICIPATE IF YOU ARE: @catLovesDonuts Music: Ugh - Intense Symphonic Metal Cover FNF
