Consort.

1-That Time He Almost Got Sent to Hell.

The Consort.

Being this guy's Consort was shit.

He was damned as soon as the sperm met the egg, and yet, I still had to stay with him till the day he turned into dust, remembering all the things he had done so I could backstab him when dooms day arrives.

The guy I was Consort to was a dark magician named Derek. Yes you read correctly. A dark magician. Not like that bloody Dark Lord though - what was his name again? Voldewart? - With a wand and followers who wanted to take over the world. He just wanted to make money, drink alcohol and have sex. A lot of sex, which I didn't mind.

Anyways, back to the point; he didn't have a wand to do his tricks. What he did was he talked to ghosts. These ghosts could make any illusion Derek wanted to appear in the human's mind and make it seem like an almighty, bad-ass magic trick. So basically, he could do whatever trick he wanted. All accept for one.

He couldn't fake his death.

You're probably now wondering why he couldn't fake his death so let me explain:

As a Consort, I recorded everything he had done which included his illusions and his interaction with the ghost world. If he did this death illusion, he technically would have died and come back to life to the people's eyes - like Jesus - and this is the worst sin of all because God is the only one who is able to do that.

So if Derek did this illusion God would get pretty much pissed and killed him right in his spot and as long as he had me writing down everything he did, he couldn't do this trick.

So, he was trying to get rid of me, which gave me a one way ticket to Hell.

If that spell or whatever he was trying to do worked I'd have be damned to Hell, all because he wanted to do that stupid, motherfucking magic trick.

We were in his "lair", which was actually just an abandoned apartment in a shitty neighborhood in town, and it smelt like dog shit mixed with the scent of the cheap perfume the prostitutes - whom he brought home - wore. He had crap laying everywhere (pizza boxes, actual crap from his black female cat, Lucifer, and used condoms) and the only things he stored were the items he used for his spells - which were mainly animal parts, special plants and blood - in jars.

Derek was standing over his cauldron, pouring in many of the jars he had stacked on a bookshelf. His jet black hair was greasy and messed up, and I swear he had some virgin blood stuck in his hair, but I doubt that he cared about that. He had a bit of stubble on his sharp chin and bags under his eyes.

Derek sure did have the potential to be quite good looking if he just fucking looked after himself and maybe removed a few piercings.

After he'd added all the jars he needed, he grabbed a knife and sliced his palm open, squeezing the blood into the cauldron. He chanted and chanted for about two minutes but nothing happens. I smirked. That stupid bastard actually thought he could have gotten rid of me.

"Fuck," He mumbled. "What did I forget?"

He started pacing back and forth and almost stepped on Lucifer (aka Lucy). Lucy started to nudge her head against his legs as he passed by her.

"Lucy, I swear; touch me one more time and I'll-" but then a light bulb went off in his brain. "Come 'ere, Lucy. Come 'ere." He coaxed. Lucy gladly let him pick her up and started to purr gently as he stroked her stomach.

"Stupid cat," he laughed as he snapped her neck with a sudden and quick flick of his wrist. He held her by her head over the cauldron and cut her open, letting her insides fall into it. Fucking prick, I thought.

He started to chant again and the cauldron started to boil. It must have been heating up the room because I felt a bit warm. He continued to chant, getting gradually louder, and I started to realize that the room wasn't getting hotter. It was just me.

Sweat dripped from my exposed skin and I flapped my wings to try and create a breeze, which failed. My skin started to tingle with a burning sensation. It felt like standing in the scorching sun unprotected, and I tried to remain calm.

"This can't be fucking happening," I growled. The heat continued to increase and I was literally standing in a pool of sweat. I used the wall to help me stand because my legs started to shake.

This can't be happening, I thought. My insides were boiling, my skin was turning red and feathers were falling from my wings. I picked one up and it was charred, which caused me to hiss. Soon, I appeared visible in Derek's eyes.

"So this is what you look like," Derek said as he folded his arms and looked me up and down. "The great, almighty Consort! You aren't looking too good though," He laughed.

"Well, I do look exactly like you." I replied, smirking a little despite the pain. Derek glared at me and I laughed which turned into a violent cough and I covered my mouth with my palm. I fell to the floor and looked at my hand to see black shards. My insides were burning. Derek smirked.

My heart thumped strongly, hammering against my ribcage like it was trying to break free from my burning body. My skin started to flake off as it turned black and more charred feathers fell. Fuck.

"Say hi to Satan for me," Derek cackled.

I used the wall to drag myself up. This is it. I'm going to Hell. All because he wanted to do one damn trick.

My heart was still banging against my ribcage. I felt as though with each thump I was moving. And then I realized; I was moving. Moving towards what, I hadn't figured yet.

I pushed myself off the wall and - I couldn't believe I was fucking saying this- followed my heart. I struggled and stuck to the walls, with Derek laughing at me and my feathers continuing to fall.

I stumbled outside and Derek's laughter began to sound distorted. Everything I saw in the alley was being engulfed by flames. I didn't know if they were real or not. I went to touch my wings and flinched. My wings were up in blinding red flames. Derek continued laughing.

I began to run. I turned a few corners, Derek still close behind me, and then I saw someone. She was the only thing in my sight that wasn't being engulfed by flames. I ran towards her. She looked concerned and confused and I think she dropped something as I went to grab her arm. Then some weird ass shit happened.

I was basically a human torch when I ran through the alleys, but my wings were no longer on fire. The flames were slowly dying out. The heat I once had felt like it was draining from my body into hers.

I was attaching to her.

Soon, all the fire had left my body, but my wings were still charred, and I felt my heart grieving over my beautiful wings. But then relief flooded through me because I was safe and quickly cooling.

But it didn't last long because the girl that I had attached to collapsed. I stared at her in shock then looked back at Derek who looked as shocked as I did. He looked around the alley in panic then back at the fallen girl before he made a run for it, sprinting back to his apartment.

The prick.

I crouched down to her to make sure she was okay. I moved her cockroach coloured hair out the way of her face to make sure she hadn't hit her head off anything and hurt herself. Her eyes fluttered open, and the colour of them kind of reminded me of Lucy's shit, and I removed my hand.

I sighed, staring at her as she started to wake up, and I readied myself to turn invisible.

"Looks like I'm your new Consort."