(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"I eluded you up to this point, Vhailor... why do you think I agreed to meet
you here? Did you think I was surrendering? Or wished to fight you? No...
this is the gate town of Carceri, Vhailor. Even Gods are held prisoner there.
You are powerful, Vhailor, but the energies of this place allow even the
mightiest to be caged here."
Vhailor turns, but some of the fire has died in his eyes. "This is treachery."
"Treachery runs through this place like veins, and it is that treachery that
lends me the strength for this enchantment - that is why I was forced to
meet you here in Curst. I can leave this cell, Vhailor, but until I come for you,
you cannot. Your crusade for justice is truly remarkable, but it will be
forgotten, and perhaps in time - even justice will forget you."
"You go beyond denying yourself justice, but you are denying my crusade..."
his voice is cold as steel.
"I know of your mission. But that will have to wait until I am done with my
mission, and this is the second time you have found me and attempted to
judge me. I will not allow it to happen a third time."
Vhailor says nothing - never has something sounded so FINAL. It is a terrible
judgment on him, a judgment that carries no justice at all.
"I am immortal, Vhailor - but you are a... strange one. Justice has touched
you, and that justice may be more powerful than whatever it is that sustains
me. Still, take heart: I do not wish you to die... perhaps one day I will have
need of someone who has the power to kill me. So here you will remain until
I come for you."
I give him a friendly smile and walk past. He strains to turn his head, the
bones of his neck creaking as he watches his quarry leave out from the
corner of his eye. His jagged teeth are bared, his breath strained as he huffs
through his flared nostrils. Vhailor bites his lip, and blood intermingles with
the foam that flecks the corner of his mouth.
My footsteps are soft against the bare stone. They had deemed these shafts
too dangerous to explore just last week. A word with the foreman, a little
gold pressed into his palm, and he would happily board up the entrance.
I hum a merry tune to drown out Vhailor's roars of fury fading behind me.
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