It was dark. The water was still, soundless and unmoving. The complete silence of everything on and around the island was rather disconcerting. That was to be expected, however. It was The Island of Death, after all.
The Island of Death was a demon's sanctuary reserved for battles and covenants; humans were the only other beings able to be present there, and they would have to be somehow involved in the event. The last of these to take place left it in disarray and near to destruction, but it was no longer that way. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it.
Yes, there was a boy on the island. He sat up abruptly, frightened by his inability to see. He didn't want darkness, so his wishes were adhered to as the crystals lit themselves all at once, not just in green, but in blues, reds, purples and many other colours illuminating the scene. But that alone could not dispel his worries. After over a century Alois Trancy, born Jim Macken, had awoken. What troubled him the most was that he was unable to sense the soul of the demoness he knew as "Hannah Annafellows" and the signature of his brother, Luka Macken, was very faint. "Luka!" he screamed, eyes wide, hardly even reecognising that the voice he used was not his own. We may never know what it is that he would do had the words "I'm right here" not registered themselves in his mind. The relief he felt was instantaneous, by association with one simple voice. Luka wasn't dying or anything, rather, he was also at rest. But how could souls sleep? They were ever present, ever functioning in day and night, whether you were in heaven, hell, earth or limbo— if most of those places existed to begin with. Was Hannah's soul asleep as well? But if that were the case, wouldn't Alois have sensed a trace of it as well, since they all shared a body? In that moment, Alois realised something. Both his and Luka's souls felt different, and he held control over Hannah's body. It wasn't as though he had expertise in demonology and consciousness, but he knew that this wasn't a good sign concerning her presence.
For years he had treated her terribly, out of mere fear. Even so, she had subsided and submitted to him, despite the fact that she could kill him easily in less than a second.
Now, Alois freely cared. He told himself that it would have served him right, after how downright cruel he was before.
"Jim, are you okay?" Luka was concerned. While he didn't know the cause, he could feel the negativity radiating from his brother's soul. All he wanted was for Jim to be happy. That was what the brunette boy lived for. While they have completely different physical appearances, the siblings shared quite a bit in common personality-wise. One of those common traits was selflessness. They didn't realise that fact, nor understand its true extent just yet, but they would in time.
"I'm fine, Luka. I just don't know what happened to Hannah."
"What about that paper?
"What pa— oh." There was a letter right next to him. He was about to start reading it, but on its own, the contents were fed into their thoughts. Of course, it was from Hannah.
"Luka, this looks like our answer. About bloody time, too."