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...
"What good are wings without the courage to fly?" - Cerberus.
"Life is a duty, complete it." - From What is life without a dream?
With the rescue team. Everyone had piled their stuff into their duffle bags before walking towards their respective beasts. Alex and Misty mounted their wyverns who were prepared for the long journey. The hooded angel spread his wings, all of them letting off a faint gold aura around them. Vlyad closed his eyes and concentrated in trying to call out for the sacred griffin, Thjazi. Remember. Just think and call out to him. He'll hear you and come to your aid, I promise you. Gold's voice echoed in his head as he let out a sigh of relief when he felt a warm feathery surface materialised on his hand. He opened his eyes and saw the regal beast had his head leaned against his hand. Thjazi
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Thjazi let out a soft squawk before purring as he rubbed his head against Vlyad's hand. Vlyad hugged the griffin, excited and relived it had worked. Toxic let out a laugh as he stroked its feathery head. "Well I be dammed. It's a griffin that can take two people!" Toxic said, star struck with shock. "You're shocked?" "Well yeah! These babies are rare as a Grimm not murdering you on the spot." Toxic replied, as the griffin let out several clicks. He then nuzzled Vlyad's face, being careful not to stab him with his sharp beak. Vlyad chuckled as he petted the regal beast, thankful that he had such a loyal friend. Suddenly the mood changed, as all the beasts let out a roar/cry of alarm and turned to a tall figure who was clad in black almost shadow like clothes. Everyone drew their weapons, clearly being cautious with the sudden arrival of the mystery figure. "Let me at him Alex." Rey growled, clearly wanting a fight. He drew his khopesh as his tattoo started to glow brightly. "Careful Rey. Something is clearly off with this guy." Alex replied, pumping his shotgun and aiming it at the man. "I've got your back. Don't worry." Misty said sternly, drawing her bow taunt with a light arrow nocked into her bow. "Same here. Screw him over Rey." Toxic encouraged, pistols in hand.
The man laughed, bowing down as they got a better look at him, he was wearing a loose black jacket over a white shirt. He had short black hair and odd coloured eyes, one green and the other blue, approaching the group of legionaries with a slight mocking tone. Alex took a shot, pulling the trigger and firing upon the figure. The figure merely held out his hand and stopped the buckshot in mid air. Alex almost pissed himself when the figure pointed back at Alex, sending the buckshot flying back at them. Toxic shot about half of the buckshot out of the air, while Misty panicked and fired her arrow into the figure's chest. "Sorry! I didn't-" "Mean to. Don't worry. I'm fine." The figure pulled out the arrow out of his chest as the wound closed up. "What's your name mate?" Toxic asked, his gun still pointing in his direction. "My name is Hollow Shadow. (HollowedShadow) And I'm here to lead you." The gentleman spoke, causing everyone to point their weapons at him again. "Wrong thing to say mate. Cywern never mentioned you. Meaning you didn't sign up for this." Vlyad replied, now gritting his teeth while him and Rey circled around him weapons drawn. "What game are you playing?" Vlyad asked. The gentleman laughed, clearly amused by the display. "You ask me why I am here? Well I was bored, and had nothing else to do. Besides, so many interesting individuals gathered on one island can make any being curious." He replied, his voice almost hypnotic. "The hell is he talking about?" Toxic asked, clearly confused. Vlyad shrugged, as confused as he was. Hollow then pointed at Vlyad. "You're the illegitimate son of Jeffory aren't you? The one who became a shadow knight." This shocked Vlyad. Nobody should have known that, only the draconian alliance and the keeper of the archives knew about his heritage, and this angered him greatly. "How. Did. You. Know?" Vlyad said angrily. Hollowed laughed again, this time to himself. "Oh? Was I not meant to say? Sorry. Didn't realise it wasn't such a down to earth secret." Hollow replied, chuckling to himself. This mocking tone caused Vlyad to lose it, spinning his blade as he lashed out at Hollow. The man snapped his fingers, causing Vlyad's body to stop moving unexpectedly. Vlyad tried to force his body to move, but it felt like his body was made out of stone. Rey spun in an uncontrollable circle, blade like a metal cyclone. Hollow flicked his hand up, shadows shooting up from Rey's own shadow and bound him like inky tentacles. Rey cut through the shadows only to be bound by even more inky tentacles. Toxic fired his pistols, sending out a barrage of 10mm bullets towards Hollow. Hollow only sighed, twirling his hand around and turning the bullets to instead fire on Toxic; who swiftly dodged and reloaded his pistols. Alex lunged at Hollow using his spear, a cocky smile on his face. The spear pierced Hollow's chest, where his heart should have been. This smile soon dropped when he realised that he couldn't pull it out. Hollow turned his head to face him, the same cocky grin that Alex had on his face only moments before now plastered on his. "Oh? Thought that would work? Uh nope." Hollow pulled away the fabric next to the stab wound, there was a gaping hole that quickly healed up only to leave a small scar where he had stabbed him. Alex back away in horror, knowing only immortals had this sort of healing factor. Hollow laughed, now sound like a maniac. "There's a reason they call me The Accursed boy. My species is long dead, I'm cursed with immortality. You mortals are so amusing, with your fragile little bodies and weak hearts. You make my existence worthwhile, and entertaining."
