"I don't know" the diviner replied. He was tied into his chair, his arms behind his back.
"Yes you do, you know exactly…" the other man in the room began
"No! I swear I don't…I swear to you by the name of Savras." The diviner interrupted
"Liar!" Screamed the other mage "listen, we can make this pleasant, or…" the mage gestured toward the furnace in the room. The furnace held various tools used for torture, including a crucible filled with melted lead, and a red hot poker used for cauterizing wounds, or inflicting them.
"Burn in lowest pit of the nine hells." The captive diviner said.
The sadistic wizard withdrew his dagger, and stabbed it into the diviners thigh. Warm scarlet blood spewed out of the injury. The diviner wailed in pain.
"Now." the sadist said. "Are you willing to tell me where it is?"
"I'd rather die." The diviner said.
"Precious." The sadist said. "You think that you're a hero? Do you think that I won't find some one else to give me what I want, to tell me where it is."
The sadist kicked the chair the diviner was tied down to over. And began removing the diviners boots.
"What are you doing?" the diviner nervously asked. But the sadist said nothing as he went over to the furnace and got the poker, the poker glowed a dull reddish orange from the heat.
"No please." The diviner begged, but the sadist stabbed the poker into the mans feet. The smell of burning flesh saturated the air. The diviner screamed.
"Now will you tell me?" the wizard asked, but the diviner just cried.
"Wrong answer." The sadistic wizard said as he cut open the diviners vestments. The wizard walked back to the furnace, and got the crucible with melted lead.
"Do you know what I'm gunna do with this?" he asked. The diviner simply shook his head.
"I'll tell you. I'm gunna castrate you with it." He replied with a sinister smile.
"No, I'll…. I'll tell you." The diviner said as he hung his head in shame.
"There now it's not that hard is it." The evil mage said.
"But, you'll have to untie my hands so I can cast the spell." The diviner said.
"I don't buy it." The evil mage said, and with that he poured the molten lead on to the diviners genitals. The diviner howled in pain, such a howl it would send shivers down the spine of any banshee. The sent of smoldering hair and flesh became ubiquitous.
"Next are your eyes. I have more lead and I take out your eyes with it next." The evil mage said with indifference.
"the diviner continued to weep. The evil mage gave a sigh and went to prepare more lead for melting.
"I'll tell you." The diviner gasped. "its… its under the graveyard in this very city." He finally spate out.
"That wasn't so hard was it" the evil mage said and he with drew his dagger from the diviners thigh. He returned the chair to its proper position.
"Will you release me?" The diviner asked.
"Only from this world." The evil wizard said as he slit the throat of the diviner. Red blood gushed over the evil wizards already crimson robes, as the thayian smiled to himself. Soon, yes very soon the nether scroll would be his, or his name wasn't Edwin Odesseiron.