Limbo’s Curse
The solitary figure standing on cliff’s edge appeared as a silhouette against the setting sun. The man seemed to be in deep contemplation, his eyes focused on the surf crashing angrily against the rocks below, sending salt spray over the top.
He removed his coat, pulled his wallet from his trousers and slid it in the coat’s inner pocket. He lay the coat on the ground, placing his fedora upon it.
He stood straight, took a last look at life around him, then stepped of the cliff to his doom below.
The tattered sails and broken mast tells the story of the hell the old ship had weathered as she lay in the placid waters under the red moon in a place called Limbo.
It was an eerie sight that could send shivers up the spine of many a brave soul.
A sound of devilish laughter emanated from the ships bowels. A furious voice echoed a reply.
Beelzebub and the Captain gambled for the seafarer’s soul.
Hell’s owner laughed at the mortal before him.
It was time for the dice to roll.
“You’ll not have me!” defied the Captain.
The devil smiled, his eyes blood red. The game was over in the demon’s mind.
He flung his dice at the Captain who threw his in reply.
The dice collided in mid air between them. The blast rivaled that of nuclear on earth’s plane.
Moments later a figure emerged fron the surf on a sandy beach, carrying the body of a lifeless man.
He stepped ashore, effortlessly flung the body to the sand and waited. A few moments went by and the man on the ground coughed.
He gasped for air and coughed up more. He lay there, eyes rolling, wondering why he was still alive.
The bearded savior looked at him with contempt in his being, “Your miserable existence is not yours to take.” The voice echoed cold and black eyes bore through his being.
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