John, the founder

I was never anyone special, just a regular nobody. I had dropped out of college, due to not being able to handle the work and was lucky that my family's fishing business still hired me. Of course that all changed when I encounter the island and its inhabitants.

One day while fishing the both had sprung a leak, docking on the island to fix it, I then explored it looking for anyone else who might be able to help me. What I found though...was beyond my wildest dreams. There were...demons here...believe it or not. While initially they had been eager to take me and possess my body, the queen spared me. She made me a deal, one I couldn't refuse.

If I could bring her more vessels for her subjects, she'd help me to acquire wealth, fame and power beyond my imagination and with it...the secret of immortality. With an offer like that how could I refuse? So I accepted.

That was a decade ago.

Now I laid on the lawn chair by my private pool on the illustrious Spooky Island, the best vacation spot this side of the world. I sipped my drink, taking in the sight before. I had made my paradise.

"Ooooh, John," A voice called out. I turned my head to the source, smiling at the blonde woman who had just exited my pool.

"Hello, your majesty," I greeted as the woman sauntered over to me, her hips swaying gently to the side. The woman approached me and immediately made herself at home on my lap. She planted a kiss on my lips. "How's the new body?" I asked her.

"It's lovely my dear," the Queen smiled as she glanced at her stolen fingers. "I feel snug in all the right place,"

"Nothing but the best for you," I told her.

The queen and I had developed a rather cordial relationship. She supplied the workers to help me build and run my resort, and I ensured she got a steady flow of suits for her followers and a lot of extras for herself. As an added extra the queen often chose me as the one who she'd try out her new suits on.