CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Diablo was big on ceremony, thought Stephanie, as they loaded her naked, plucked form onto a long boat. Her legs were chained together and due to her lack of feathers she could no longer fly. Four Dark Elves rowed the boat out to sea. Diablo was flying above, laughing at regular intervals.
It didn’t take long to reach their destination: The Isle of Deadly Souls. Malcolm had mentioned this place to Stephanie, and she expected to be eaten by Zombies fairly quickly.
The sun was low in the sky, and Stephanie guessed she would only have an hour or so before sunset. Diablo ordered the Dark Elves to dump Stephanie on the beach. They undid her chains with Diablo flying above laughing.
“Enjoy your death!” shouted Diablo.
“Damn you!” cried Stephanie.
“Not before I dam
