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

Drusilla recoiled suddenly, and looked at me more closely. Excitement crept
into her voice. "You're him, aren't you? You're him!"
I blinked owlishly, "What do you mean?"
"He said you'd come! He said you're the one who'll set him free! He spoke to
me in a dream and told me that you'd come with an ocean of water to
balance him, so he could burn across the planes! Free him! Please, save
him!" Her voice became frantic and pleading.
I looked towards Ignus, as he writhed in the flames, reveled them, "What's
your connection to him?"
Her voice practically throbbed with a deep ache, "I was Ignus' lover and he,
my beloved. We both loved the flame, though he loved it more than I did
me. And now he has become the flame -- and because I love him, I love the
flame. But that's all done with now. Now I wait for him to douse himself. I
sell what little I have just so I can be near him, so I can watch his beauty as
he writhes in the heart of the fire."
I backed away. The thought of helping that- that thing unlocked a terror
within me that I didn't know I had, "You're totally over the edge."
"He said you would save him," she pleaded, "You cannot escape that."
I left her where she stood and meandered to the other side of the bar. Two
patrons stood in the shade of a metal pillar, its surface coarse and scratched.
Black streaks seared into the dull bronze metal were themselves slashed
with deep gouges, the wounds of many bar fights.
"That doesn't make sense," the woman protested, "I mean, the portals. The
fact that the gods themselves fight over it. It's placement in-"
The man waved his hand dismissively, "You don't need to be a Bleaker to see
how meaningless that all is. There are patterns, but no real designs. Live
here for a few years and you'd see the same." The woman scoffed in
response and looked up to me.
She had a far-off cast to her face. She was not exactly young, nor was she
exactly old. Perhaps it was the expression of slight disbelief sketched across
her features, one that said she didn't believe her senses. When she focused
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