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

to the pain I endured when Ignus charred the other portions of my body.
The burning guts spiraled in Ignus' flames, then suddenly guttered out, and
fell into Ignus' hands. He gave a hssssss and threw them to me. "MUCH
powersssss in an im'mortalsssss organsss..."
I held my charred intestines in my hands; they looked like a blackened rope.
Ignus hovered above me, tiny motes of ash drifting from his burning,
emaciated frame.
He watched and grinned as I slit my stomach open, gagging and nearly
doubling over at the effort. He gazed down at me as the blood poured and
the guts spilled out, and smiled as I stuffed the seared entrails into my body.
Ignus stared as I drank in the power he offered, but the cruel, mocking glint
in his eyes seemed as if they were watching a bottom-feeder nibbling on
whatever small scraps he would offer.
~~~~~
It was well past Peak, though long before the fingers of dusk touched the
sky. Restaurants and eateries filled as the light dimmed. Though
establishments were numerous, the only way to get a table large enough to
seat the six of us was to either arrive early, or to bribe the staff. Instead we
took our food from a kiosk, richly-spiced meats baked and wrapped in
paper.
A slender young man approached us, wearing a somewhat worried
expression. Many of the nobles were garishly dressed, but this one wore a
shade of lavendar that would've been wholly unflattering in a man. He stuck
out like a gray hair.
"One thousand pardons, sir, but I am looking for a certain man, and I think
you might be able to help me..."
"Oh? How so?"
"I am a messenger, sir, who seeks a man it's said cannot die... a scarred man,
for whom death is nothing but the most trivial of annoyances. You match
the admittedly vague description I was given, sir, and I had wondered if you
were he."
I raised an eyebrow and wiped the juice from my lips. The thought of being
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