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

"To learn, one must ssssufffer."
It looked like a slightly curled stick of coal, and flakes of black dust came off
in my fingers as I turned it in my hands. I trembled, licking my lips, and
replaced the charred digit back on the end of my stump of a finger, and the
revelation came to me, of how to curse others with Ignus' infernal heat.
The flesh knit back slowly, with lingering, blackened scars that I knew would
be permanent. I'll never play the piano again.
Ignus' eyes flared, and a cruel smile pulled his lips back. It seemed to hide
secrets that probed from beneath the surface, cruel glee intermixed with
the satisfaction of teaching.
"I... wish... to learn... more..." I choked, still shaken by the scarring.
"Ssssufffer...?" his grin widened. It wasn't enough for him to hurt me,
scarring my eternal flesh like a giddy child drawing a pattern in smooth, wet
plaster before it hardened. No, he wanted me to ask for the pain, to beg for
it, broken and mewling for punishment. "Burnnnnn? Piecesssss of sssself are
burnnned away... sssss... Ignusss... Ignusss may ssstill teach MUCH."
"I wish to learn, Ignus..."
"Yesssssssss..." In a flash, Ignus' claws lashed out and clutched my left hand,
and with a mad cackle and a greedy hssssss, the flames engulfed it, too
quick and hot for the flesh to melt away, or for the fat and blood and lymph
to run down my wrist. It had all evaporated with a touch. Through the
searing pain, I was dully aware of the screaming, Ignus' shrieks echoing mine
as if he were mocking me.
My knees cracked against the floor as I knelt, panting. My cheeks were
moist, my lips wet with tears and sweat and snot. I forced my eyes open to
see the burning mass of my hand from where Ignus touched it... only a
blackened stump remained, twitching, blood steaming from it. Ignus seemed
oblivious to my pain - his attention was devoted to my severed hand. He
held it with pride, rolling it in his claws as if he were admiring a trophy.
"Ig... nus... give... me... BACK... my hand..."
Ignus ignored me; flames from his hands encircled my severed hand like a
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