The island of the dead.
An island lost to time.
An island inhabited with demons and undead horrors.
So what happens when you get washed up on the island of the dead?
You fight to get off it. That's what you do.
And currently for Aphmau, Laurence, Ga...
The sea was freezing cold when Lucifer finally came to his senses. He sat up, his head just spinning in a non-stop whirling mess. His head pounded, while his body ached and stung at every movement he made. His black dragon steel armour clunked and clanged as he finally got to his feet. The familiar grey sand and fog came to him as quickly as a fading memory. He pulled off his helmet and breathed in the salty sea air. Well, I guessI'm back home. He turned around and saw the once proud naval ship, it lay sundered upon the jagged rocks. Parts of the hull were still intact, reinforced with dragon steel though the metal was beaten and rusting in some areas. He sighed, looking around the wreckage of the ship. Bodies had been flung all over the beach, some dead, others barely breathing. He walked pass a sailor that was having his eyes peaked out by a rotting crow. He turned to look away, even though he had been through his baptism of fire; rotting bodies he couldn't bare looking at, a reminder of his mistakes of being a commander. The man's jaw had been tore completely off, lying a few feet away from the corpse; a piece of wood wedged into it. He walked past, attempting not to think about what human cost this must have had. He walked up to another armoured figure, laying face first in the soggy sand. He nudged him a couple of times. "Tywin. You wake brother?" Lucifer asked, the man pushing himself up and pulling off his helmet. "Yeah. Yeah. Where the f**k are we?" "Island of the dead. We're here." "Can't believe the King thought this was a good idea." Tywin replied, standing up and cracking his joints. Lucifer shrugged. "Orders are orders mate." Lucifer replied, right before he heard rustling from the shore in front of them. Lucifer drew his weapon, a massive greatsword while Tywin drew his silver rapier. They held still until Gold fell over the sand cliff and the others stared as Gold tumbled through the sands. Tywin breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his rapier, while Lucifer stuck his blade into the ground. You could hear Gold's bones snap and crack as he fell down the tall sandbank. He lay groaning at the bottom of the sandbank, snapping his bones back into shape. Lucifer ran over and helped Gold up, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up. "Thanks Wrath. You a good man." Gold thanked as he was helped up by Lucifer. "Could say the same to you if you hadn't f'ed up the population of that small town." Gold looked guiltily to the side, Lucifer used his sharp ears to hear what Gold was feeling. Gold's heart rate had gone up while his breathing getting quicker and shallower. Lucifer just grinned, placing his hand on the half devil's shoulder and laughed. "I'm kidding! You had every right. They were going to kill you, you had to fight back." Tywin looked suspiciously at Gold, his grey hair soggy and wet from the sea water. He emptied out his helmet, which had flushed out a hell lot of sea water. Tywin kept quiet, though his eyes held both curiosity and tiredness. He sheathed his rapier and was about to make it to the sandy cliff when- SCREECH!!! A large red demon pounced at Tywin, claws extended. Tywin quickly spun round and aimed a flintlock pistol straight at the beast's head. He swiftly pulled the trigger and with a *BANG!* the demon slumped onto the ground. There was a massive flapping of wings as a large sharp entered the scene. A grey wyvern to be accurate.
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