D-154: Fire Island

It was a dangerous place, some may even call it unliveable and yet here he was, living in this unlivable place. It was an island, ugly and brutal, surrounded by lava, so not many people had arrived and none of them had stayed except Lucifer. However this island was a massive one, perhaps even a whole town could be built on it without the fear of building too close to the lava. Looking past all the lava, going deep into the island where it was less scalding and just warm, comfortable even, there was a valley of sorts, lush greenery, surrounded by a wall of trees and mountains. In said valley there sat a single house, and a large warehouse that doubled as a workshop. More would be added eventually but as of right now it was all Lucifer needed. Near the warehouse sat a green and brown dragon, hands hovering over a floating orb, peering into it with great concentration. Hmmm, best not to disturb him. Although you feel as if he wouldn’t acknowledge you even if you did try to approach him.

Rather close to the house sat a mountain of sorts, it looked to be made of sandstone or something, covered in lush foliage, a beautiful tree and a vein of green gems ripe for the taking. Birds flocked to it like it was made of whatever it was birds flocked to but if you stepped closer, looked harder you would see that there was a slight rise and fall as if the mountain was breathing. Perhaps it's best to think twice before trying for those ripe gems. So yes, the island from the outside looked threatening and unappealing to others but that was just fine with the owner of the house, he didn’t like company much and was more than content alone on his island with only his dragons.