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

you... a piece of me..." She took the eyeball, and I watched in disgust as she
pulled forth a black seed and placed them both in her left palm. With a
grotesque smile, she crushed the two of them with a sickening crunch that
left me tense. "Ahh..."
"Give... it back..."
"Of course, precious man..." Ravel opened her palm and my eye lay there,
seemingly untouched, staring at me. She placed it between her thumb and
forefinger, then before I could react, she stabbed it into my empty eye
socket.
"Erhhkkkk..."
For a moment there was an assymetry to my vision... my normal eye saw
things normally, but the one Ravel had jabbed back in felt heavy, weighted
somehow as if it were made of lead. But through that orb the world around
me seemed to hum, shadows dancing among objects, auras branching and
twisting, dancing like seaweed moved by the waves. The visions danced as if
they were afterimages burned into my retina, and slowly they faded. Even
after everything readjusted, the Planes seemed different, as if I were seeing
the Planes through Ravel's eyes as well as my own.
I'd better be careful about who I flatter from now on, especially if they're
within stabbing distance.
"A piece of me lies in your good eye, precious man. When you see the
Planes through that eye, you will understand MORE than you once did...
wiser you will be, and more experience of the Planes and their turnings will
you understand... and that is all."
I nodded, massaging my face and wiping the blood away, "Very well... thank
you, Ravel. I must bid you farewell."
As I uttered my farewell, a crawling sensation ran up my skull - and Ravel's
black-veined eyes took on a strange, predatory fire.
"You're not going to let me leave, are you Ravel?" I murmured hoarsely.
"A perceptive question - yet it not the real question." Ravel's voice lowered
to a grim whisper - sad, and mournful, that sent a faint echo through my
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