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

eplace rage with cold methodical cruelty. And thus, the old debate
continues: Which is the greater evil? Efficient evil or passionate evil?"
"Feh! You say that simply because you are... what you are." Fhjull wagged
his eyebrows at her, then waved his claw dismissively. "At least I am still
allowed to be cynical."
"Great," I interrupted before this went too far, "Let's get back to discussing
my mortality, instead of my scars." Grace inclined her head slightly in
concession.
"Very well, very well." Fhjull scratched his head. "If I recall correctly - and
there is so much I do not! - I have heard of a case such as yours. It makes
you immortal, does it not?"
"Yes."
"If so, then death itself is no longer sacred. Feh. In my day, mortals remained
so and knew their place... now everybody and their mother has the curse of
eternal boredom. We should have a gathering and invite everyone across
the Planes and offer them immortal contracts... it would save all of us
hard-working baatezu a great deal of effort. Feh."
He prodded my chest. Hard. "You know that if everyone was immortal, this
entire petitioner system would be up the famed fecal creek. Feh.
Immortality is not a trinket to be given to unruly children such as you."
I nudged his claw aside, "Be that as it may, but tell me what you know of my
mortality."
"Feh... as I was saying, I recall hearing somewhere about a place called the
Fortress of Regrets." He thought for a moment. "Yes... yes, that's it."
"What do you know of the place?"
He smiled widely, hissing with glee. "I am pleased to inform you that I do
NOT know. Not at all! I cannot help you to get there, and that chills my heart
in such a delightful way. No. I. Cannot. Help. You. Oh, how I have longed to
say those words. How sweet they tas-"
"Do you know someone who does?" It was mildly disturbing to see a fiend
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