One piece: Admiral StormFist

In a world dominated by the Blue sea, every piece of land holds an interesting story waiting to be unearthed. Islands that inhibit the desire of people are numerous yet not all are actually discovered or ventured.

Infamous with a rather mysterious reputation this island holds a dark schema. A habitat of humans who seek to survive rather than live.

A meaningless whim of the powerful may become a miracle in eyes of the weak. Humans have a tendency to either study the unknown or destroy it.

What happens when they fail to do either?

Fear, the primal emotion courses through their heart. Realization dawns upon their mind as they feel the cold hands of doubt grip their resolves. An uncanny existence that is ultimately stronger, the one they cannot win against.

However, for how long can this fear exist?

"O Great God, The one who holds the highest power."

This source of fear will become their only support against time. Humans will do anything to please such beings. Doesn't matter how deep they may have to fall.

"The one who stands at the top."

Doesn't matter what value they may have to abandon. For their personal benefit, for their survival, they shall even abandon what makes them human.

"O great deity who reigns supreme... Accept our offering and bless this generation of us fools with eternal prosperity."

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*Rumble*

With a thunderous boom and the speed of lightning, the majestic dragon flew while creating a momentum capable of utter destruction.

White scales shimmered with blueish lightning encasing its entire visage in crackling thunder. As if it was going to be its last flight, the dragon rushed with its entire strength.

To the oblivious, it was simply a bolt of thunder coursing through the stormy clouds but for the people of this forsaken tribe, the dragon was their belief, their presiding deity.

Dominating the concept of storms it was an unsolvable mystery.

The God of Storms

*Crackle* *Boom*

"Papa... Why are we out here in such heavy rain?"

"Hiss~ I'm feeling cold"

"What is the meaning of this chief?" Several of such voices boomed depicting their disapproval. And why not? After all who would want to leave their warm and cozy adobes in such a raging storm?

However, ignoring their complaints like a good leader, the tribe chief signaled his subordinates to get these people to shut the hell up.

"Keep Silent" "Oye you get back you mot..." "Shut up!!!"

'Hurry up else I might get wet with all this stupid rain.' The Chief inwardly thought while maintaining a serious facade. Unlike others, he stood under the shade.

*Clap x2*

Watching the crowd getting organized he finally clapped in order to bring attention to himself.

With a short stature and a big belly, he stood there under the shade surrounded by his guards. With zero charisma one might even wonder why this short stuff was entitled as the chief.

"Now that I have your attention."

"Do you people know why our tribe is so prosperous?" He questioned

"It is because of my fam-"

"Because of the Storm God's blessing." The gathered crowd answered in a chorus.

*Cough* Not expecting this sudden interruption he almost fumbled the wrong words out.

"Yes yes, because of his great blessings. However, Do you ignorant people realize who pays for all this in return? Not everything is free in this world. Not even his blessings." Seeing the crowd getting silent the chief continued.

"Past these days we have been facing this storm. But there is one thing we have thoroughly forgotten."

"That is the time for offering."

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[A day earlier]

"Lord Ryumun, in a short while the storm will reach its peak depicting the arrival of the great god. a prime time to shower our offerings in exchange for completion of our desires... for your desires."

The decrepit shaman claimed in front of the chief. Rather than a meeting for the good of the tribe, it seemed more of a meeting between two profiting parties.

Leeching over the losses of others.

"The day when the eye of the storm appears at the center of the island shall be the perfect time for exchange. However, the results will ultimately depend on the graciousness of the great one"

The decrepit Shaman was responsible for keeping the tradition alive. Whereas it was the duty of the tribe chief to carry out the exchange.

"Each year the ritual takes place exactly as it has been foretold."

"I know what you are trying to say Old Shaman. But... But would he accept our offering this time? Every ritual we have been offering our livestock but this time we are doing something different." Prosperity was not their only goal this time. Or to be more precise prosperity was not their priority.

'This Island is like a cage surrounded by thicc fog and strong currents. it is impossible to go out from this place.'

"What lies beyond this sea? The infinite water... Is there anything beyond it?" Ryumun muttered.

Watching him riling up in his thoughts the shaman grinned. With a vicious smile, he replied " Of course my Lord we will be able to find it soon enough. If such simple sacrifices bless our tribe with good. Then think what can a human life bring us..."

After all, shouldn't a human life hold more value...

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*Rumble*

Thunder boomed while it rained heavily, strong winds yet none was bothered. Everyone stood their ground waiting for the initiation of the holy ritual.

"Lord the eye has appeared right above the center of the island."

Ryumun watched as the crowd of people gathered, the shaman preparing for the ritual, lightning shining among the dark clouds. He peered towards the fog imagining the sea that lies ahead.

'Would it really work ?' With a single thought in his mind, Ryumun steeled his heart to do what he needs to do.

*Sigh*

'I'm sorry young one...'

"Bring forth the sacrifice!"

**********That's all Folks**********

Yours truly is back after a long break. I am writing this fic to get back the feeling of writing once again. (Ps: I have no idea what I'll be writing)

I'll continue the crimson devil shortly

Titan