He asked Arcadain for one last favor, to take him to Fjorgynn, so the pain may stop, so he may die. Arcadain nodded, and carried the emotionally crippled Vistilantus to Fjorgynn. They arrived at recall where Arcadain let Vistilantus slide from his dragon and unto the ground in front of Fjorgynn. A crooked smile crossed Fjorgynn's lips as he looked down at Vistilantus. Vistilantus, the man who had caused him so much pain, heartache. No, killing him now would be too merciful...Vistilantus had to pay. Vistilantus removed his demon horned helm and looked up to Fjorgynn. "Do it, please. It's unbearable...the pain..please" Fjorgynn lowered his axe and asked. "How's it feel? The pain? The suffering? Suffer some more." he finished as he watched Vistilantus writhe in agony. Vistilantus looked up at Fjorgynn. "Please, kill me" he said through eyes raw with dried tears. Fjorgynn replied with a smirk and a look of enjoyment. With what strength he could manage he pulled his daemon's blood dagger from it's sheath and steadied it, but before he could do anything Fjorgynn plucked it easily from his hands, along with another dagger he had sheathed. "No, not yet" Fjorgynn mused as he watched. "PLEEEASE!!! Just let me die!" Vistilantus begged. He weakly reached for Fjorgynn's hand. "Please...I'm sorry" he wept. Fjorgynn simply patted Vistilantus on the head and watched further. Cynthor stepped from the crowd that had gathered. He had seen enough and decided sitting by and watching this man writhe in such pain was crueler then killing him. Slowly he pulled an arrow from his quiver, cocked it, and with a tear down his cheek, let if fly, watching is it hit Vistilantus squarly in the chest and sending him sprawling few feet. Vistilantus looked down at the arrow. The physical pain was trivial compared to the pain he was already feeling, but still it only worsened his state. He looked up to Cynthor, a weak smile across his face. "More, I need more" Vistilantus pleaded. "Don't stop... I of all people know I don't deserve to live." Cynthor exclaimed "Damn ye Visti, fer making me do this, damn ye fer all ye did, and may ye rest in peace fer who ye really are!" as he nocked and fired two more arrows into the lich. Fjorgynn screamed and stood inbetween Cynthor and the lich. "Did he let MY SON go when he pleaded?" He then bent over and whispered into Vistilantus' ear. "You can scream your throat raw saying you're sorry, I care not." Vistilantus looked up and weakly tried to grasp Fjorgynn. "Please I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. Look at me, I am wretched, an instrument of cruelty for a twisted man, please let me die." Vistilantus whispered meakly. In desperation he gathered what strength he could and crawled his way to the bank where he whispered something to the banker who then wheeled out one million gold and loaded it on Fjorgynn's chariot. "Please, take that, I'm sorry, now please kill me." Then it struck him. Why couldn't he die? He remembered now, how he could live in this state. Leoni, the immortal of death was granting him his breath. He couldn't die until she willed. "No...it wasn't a gift...it was a trick." Osian and Orchid both pleaded with Fjorgynn to let Vistilantus die as well. He could not fix what he had done in the past and they knew that. Fed up with it all Vistilantus snatched his dagger back from the distraced Fjorgynn, took one hesitant look at it, then plunged it deep into his chest. Already he could feel the daemon's blood tear away at what was left of his chest as it sensed flesh. His mind was now numb to the physical pain, but it was an odd sensation nonetheless. Exhausted and now lacking the muscle to keep himself upright he fell over limply and fainted. The physical world metled away into blackness until he found himself standing alone in the blackness. A figure of wonderous, yet dangerous beauty stepped forth. Leoni. "Please, I beg of you, let me die." An odd look crossed her face for a brief instant and then was gone as fast as it had appeared. He thought perhaps it was pity, pity at what Morlend had done to him. But what did he know, perhaps it was amusement. He wasn't quite sure what happened next but the pain was gone, the souls, the screaming was gone. He looked at the queen who simply nodded and said "Let the mage's think they did it, perhaps it will give them some pride to think they undid my work." Then in an instant he was alone again in the darkness and everything faded...