Baby Got Back....Pain

Ilsandra looked insulted. "Terms?" She repeated venomously.

"Oh please, don't play games. If we're going to be honest, let's be honest." Azier retorted, now starting to lose his good nature around this...well...bitch.

"If you want to play games, that's fine - but not all of us are little children with no regard for anyone but ourselves," Ilsandra spat.

"Excuse me, madame - but I am still a Prince. My brother is the ruler, ergo my blood still has value. I've been nothing but kind to you, and you have been nothing but nasty towards me. I get you blame me for whatever it is that happened to you, but you're going to have to let it go if we're going to work together."

Azrianna merely looked at Ilsandra with a wrinkled nose. Amyra glared.

"You have no idea how much of my suffering is your fault, you sack of-"

"Sandra! Enough is enough." Amyra shouted and pointed towards the door. "If you can't be non-hostile for thirty minutes or so, then we're walking out. Just tell him what your rules are so we can get on with it."

"Hmph." Ilsandra let out and seemed to have to 'think over' her words before she spoke carefully. "You are to stay out of rooms you aren't invited in. Your quarters will be in the brig - do whatever you want with them. If you double-cross us, I'll play innocent and send Azrael after you. When it's all said and done, you will owe me one favor to be named later. Deal?"

"Yeah, no. I don't make idiotic deals regarding favors I don't know of. For all I know you'll want my cock plastered on a wall or something. Everything else is fine, but I'll say maybe to the favor depending on what it is." Azier argued with a frown.

"I want a city." Ilsandra stated as quickly and bluntly as she could.

"...Fine... I don't care." He finally answered with annoyance. "You tire me."

"Likewise" she grunted back.

"Alright, we're set - right? We don't have a lot of time until the sun comes up, is there anything else we need to do on deck?" Amyra asked with a clear denotation that she was very irked by this entire conversation.

"No."

"Good. Come on, Azrianna - we're going to bed," the scholarly woman directed towards the black-haired mage.

"Mmmhm" she agreed and followed behind the taller, older female whom she felt quite comfortable around.

Everyone was happy that they had left the room, and as soon as their butts weren't in the way, Ilsandra slammed the doors with anger.

"Why does she hate me? I don't even know her..."

"It's a long story, Azier. She'll tell you someday, I am sure. Either in resolution, or in rage - she'll tell you." Amyra assured him and shook her head.

"She has a right to be angry about her circumstance. She doesn't have a right to be mad at him," the shy woman uttered out as though to be overheard would warrant a death sentence.

"Tell me about it. All of us could be mad at you, Azier - but you aren't the problem. Are you ready to be reattached to your torso? I think we have a plan to release it, but it's going to be very painful I imagine," Amyra looked down to his disembodied head and offered a loose grin (she was still pretty pissed off).

"I want to ask why, but I think I've had enough history lessons today," he revealed and shut his eyes in both emotional fatigue - and physically as well. "Yes, I am indeed ready to be reunited with my torso. ...What is your plan, exactly?"

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It was agony to say the least as he felt Zephyra's hot blade slice through his skin and sever it from his muscles. There was no way they were going to be able to remove it without some kind of 'surgery' - and this was the best they could hope for.

Sure he screamed - but he refused to shed a tear, and each time he did yelp out, he tried to play it off as something comical (he did have a reputation aftera ll).

"Ahaaaaaa--saw a mouse..." he finished his yell off with clenched words on the first slice.

"You know this spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....is really thorough," he'd say in order to play it cool on round two.

"I heard about a close shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyve.... Fuck! Okay, that one nicked me," he bellowed as Evyra lifted up his freed portion from the solid metal so that Zephyra could cut into what was still attached.

"Any chance I can bargain for a breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak!?"

"No. It will be better if done quickly. You're already starting to heal," Zephyra denied him, but at least it wasn't a cold denial - more of just factual.

"Oh come on--aaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaaaa" he let his shouting roll into laughter as once more the sharp metal removed his flesh from tissue.

"Shush. Almost finished. You're making me feel bad," the swordsman stated factually.

"Oh good because for a second I thought you haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyted me....Seriously - how much more is left?" Azier complained as it started to feel more and more tempting to cry.

"Oh forget this...." Evyra grunted and pulled the remaining bit of him from the metal - and that was enough for him to let out one final wail of pain that ended up causing him to let tears leak from his eyes especially because....

"Ooops..." she followed up.

...his manhood had just been detached from his lower portion. It would seem the old man hadn't severed it and put it elsewhere... it had been submerged in that molten metal all these years.

"Oops? Oops!?" Azier screamed in both shock and rage.

"...Evy..." Zephyra began flatly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't think... I was just trying to... I'm so sorry!"

"Well this became much more difficult," Zephyra sighed in annoyance and darted her eyes towards Evy who had the most embarrassed smile on her face.

"No fucking kidding!" Azier let out in disbelief and horror.