by Durzo Basmajian on December 7th, 2011, 6:49 pm
"Alright, Calvin.." Durzo said. "Give me a moment to think."
Durzo paused. He thought about all the possible outcomes. If this Calvin man dies, I could just force a mortal to destroy the book and set me free. And if I ever.. Died? This man says he could being my ghost back into existence. That could come in very handy... Durzo thought, furrowing his brow.
Durzo looked up, looking Calvin straight in the eyes. "I'll do it." He said. Durzo lifted the knife and looked at it. It was a common household knife, constructed of iron and a leather handle, and reasonably sharp. It would do.
Durzo placed his hand on the table, lifting the knife above it.
"Under one condition," Durzo said, "You must swear to release me before you die, even if it's the last thing you ever do." Calvin nodded, and Durzo continued his duty..
With his hand outstretched, flat, palm down on the table, Durzo placed the knife just below the last knuckle on his pinky finger. This is going to hurt like a bitch, Durzo thought. He shut his eyes and pressed the knife down with all his might, easily severing a third of his pinky finger, made from pure soulmist.
Pain shot through Durzo like a lightning storm inside his own body. The pain was so intense that his whole body wanted to shred to pieces. Durzo let out a scream that shook the furniture in Calvin's shop. He collapsed to one knee, and to try and distract his mind from the pain, Durzo projected his soulmist, flinging random objects across the room in a whirlwind of agony.
After about a minute and a half, the pain was bearable. Durzo could stand again, and after three minutes he fully regained his composure. Durzo's soulmist sat there, on the table, and Durzo could feel his pinky just starting to regenerate itself.
