Consort.

PROLOGUE:

Don’t look behind you; you are being watched.

You might think that I’m a stupid nut-head, trying to scare you with that cheap line as a joke. But believe me when I say that I am not joking.

Let’s have a lesson about the ghost world and the afterlife. Shall we? We shall.

Have you ever heard about creatures called Consorts? If you have heard about them, then what you heard is probably a lie, and if you haven’t, then it’s your lucky day because I’m the master of Consorts. They bow for me; I can control them.

Consorts look exactly like humans; except that they are invisible to an ordinary human being’s eye, and they also have wings. Well, they’re not completely invisible; they can show up every once in a while and only for a few seconds or so. I’ve always envied those special features that they have – though don’t tell my Consort I said that because he can be pretty arrogant. However, I’m very glad that I’m not a Consort, because each Consort has his human owner that he is bounded to for his whole life. Consorts are basically designated to a specific – and perhaps pathetic – human being for the rest of their lives on planet Earth. They are like lifeless puppies following their owners everywhere they go.

Consorts look exactly like their designated humans, so if the human was given an ugly face in his/her birth, the Consort is doomed for ugliness too. Another reason for me to be so glad that I’m not a Consort.

Consorts also think almost the same way as their owners, except when it comes to religious beliefs. They believe in only what God tells them to believe when they are brought to life by him.

 Now, you’d think that Consorts are innocent creatures that cause no harm to anyone. They aren’t innocent and you couldn’t be any more wrong. They’re motherfucking backstabbers.

Once life on Earth as we know it ends, Consorts turn up in dooms day and tell God all the sins you’ve done and/or enjoyed, for they were created to backstab humans. They were created to memorize its owner’s every move - including the sins - and so, the poor, poor human can’t get out of God’s wrath.

And on that day, when your Consort speaks badly about you, God will either forgive you – that is if the good in your heart overcame the bad in you – or torture you in the way you deserve to be tortured.

Are you asking me how to escape from your Consort’s tale-bearing? I have bad news for you, bud. The only way you can escape from God’s wrath on dooms day is by basically becoming a saint, who is good to everyone and who never speaks of a single, motherfucking foul word.

That, or you can deal with dark magic and get rid of your Consort and live your life doing whatever the hell you want without having anyone memorizing every single movement you do.

I guarantee you, life on Earth will be the best thing you’ll every experience. But if you do get rid of your Consort, I won’t be able to say the same thing about your afterlife.

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HELLO, Megtha (Megan and Maitha) is talking! Like the ship name?

So, we decided to start this book because we just loved the idea of building your own world and all  of that! This is quiet short, but hey! It's just the prologue. 

The chapters will go like this: first chapter is in a Consort's point of view (Megan). Second chapter will be in a human's point of view (Maitha) and so on!

We really hope you like it, and next chapter will be up soon! xx