Uhh... Blood Blood, gore boo 👻
You can't kill someone who is already near dead.
It's like trying to kill a corpse.
So what can you do?
Being held upside down with chains around his wrists and ankles wasn't fun. He could only struggle and wait for any one of the Bad Sanses to enter his holding cell. Probably to interrogate or torture him. They were unfortunately really good at that. They almost always got the information they wanted. Those who held strong didn't live to share their bravery with the multiverse.
He tried to look around his cell for the hundredth time, nothing interesting about the dark rocky room. Uneven rocks poked at his back and only made his situation all the more frustrating. He couldn't sleep or feel comfortable enough to rest, and he's been up for much longer than a day. That he can tell by how exhausted he was.
But what tore through his exhaustion was the amount of red stains and small separated bones around the room. Decorating it like a bomb had gone off.
Bits and pieces of his ribs and bones were strewn around the cell, cracks littered the detached bone itself.
He was missing his entire arm, but they used a healing item to completely bypass death. They ripped out his arm, completely voiding his entire health until they shoved a pie down his throat, faster than his magic could process that it had stopped being produced by his soul. His magic took the pie and his soul restarted, as if it hadn't been killed at all.
What's worse was that this looked like an accident. They were all surprised and obviously panicked in his final moments but then Dust shoved a pie he had in his inventory, down his throat and now...
Now he could call himself immortal.
Great.
Just great. This is fine! It's perfect! Now, no one can doubt him for his "mortal status" because apparently! Not one monster has tried eating a full HP while they were dusting! HA! This was hilarious! Something that had never been heard before! And he was the unwilling subject of this!
Someone would come in, crack and break his bones, then stuff his face with a pie or sandwich and it would be as if nothing happened!
His legs had been chipped and chopped off entirely, but holding them close to the detached limb would just fix it all up!
His arm was twisted behind his back and cracked out of the socket, oh just shove
So now, he looked like a true monster. His limbs stretched to off proportions and bent at unnatural angles. Dried magic gathered around each ligament where his bones were pulled out of their sockets and reattached. He was in pain despite the flow of magic through his bones. He doubts he could walk normally or even physically move after all this.
If he doesn't die first.
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