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

"It swallowed him, but I don't know if he came out of that end," Morte
muttered.
"Enough of this -- look, Ravel, you took my mortality from me, and it has
caused more harm than good. I would take it back now - you have had it
overlong, I think."
"Ah... you make a demand...?" Ravel's black-veined eyes sharpened and
twisted, taking a disturbing awareness, and she bared her yellow fangs. "No,
no, no. That, Ravel, I, will not do. What is undone cannot be done."
"Why not?"
"Ravel cannot give such a thing to you, my precious man, for Ravel has
nothing to give... I never possessed you or your mortality... though I wished
to keep them both in my garden as selfish affection's keepsakes, trace the
patterns of your flesh... but such things Ravel could not bring herself to
do..."
"Why not?"
"Yeh loved him!" Annah broke her silence - she sounded astonished. "Yeh
loved him, yeh did!"
Ravel gave a low, wide smile. "Is that so hard for you to believe,
fiendling...?" She cackled softly to herself. "Does Ravel being Ravel, and thus,
a myth, not deserve to carry such a feeling in her black-brambled heart...?"
"No creature is undeserving of such a feeling, Ravel." Grace spoke softly.
"The histories do not paint such a compassionate picture of you, however..."
"Tchhh! The past is past, and histories care little for a-speaking the truth of
it..." Ravel frowned, then her voice dropped slightly, threateningly, as she
studied Grace. "The feeling brushed me, yes... and now hold your silvered
tongue, Abyssal daughter. I need not your soft words to cloud the air here -
the man and I shall speak, and you shall bow out of this. I shall attend to you
shortly."
"Enough, Ravel: If you don't have my mortality... where is it?"
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