God of the Sea and the Isles
Waves of cerulean glass shattered themselves against the jagged shoreline in a ceaseless battle between earth and water. The collision reverberated as a thunderclap and sent up billowing clouds of salted mist, obscuring the vision of the open sea beyond. The air simmered with equatorial fire, unable to escape the clouds holding close to the sand and rock.
Gulls and other shore birds called out to one another through the fog, seeking solace in companionship and knowing they were not alone. Perhaps they were calling out to the lone human soul walking down the beach. A man at the upper end of youth, skin a dark rich brown and corded with muscle. His right hand grasped a mighty spear of ebony and iron and his left hefted a solid shield of bone and bronze.
“Why do you come here son of man? This is no place for you.” The Gulls cried.
“I am Abidemi and I come here to slay monsters.”
“Then you come here to die.”
“Nay, I come here so that I might live.”
The Gulls called yet again, their derisive voices rising in unison, laughing at Abidemi. They mocked his quest for they had never seen a human land voluntarily on these windswept shores.
They were also afraid.
Afraid that the monster would be awakened from long slumber and of his wrath descending from the mountain and sweeping all before it.
Abidemi was not afraid.
Abidemi knew the beast of the isle. He knew it was the same that smashed his village into ruin. The same that stole the lives of his ancestors. Sacrifices to the dark god of the sea and the isles.
Abidemi knew that a god could bleed. Not a single life more would be made sacrifice to the slavering jaws of madness. Abidemi would look into the eyes of oblivion and there he would see fear.
Abidemi was going to kill a god.