Okay, so I've delved into an original fiction. I've got a prologue, short, probably not sweet, but it's something! It's under the cut, and is rated R for language (a little swearing). The notes i have for it are under the prologue. Any thoughts, concrit etc is welcome.
( Prologue, untitled original fiction )*****************************************************************************************************************************************
Set in an AU london where the supernatural and paranormal mingles with the natural and normal. The sub levels are inhabited by zombies, ghouls and mortal criminals and homeless and also demons of all kinds. The air is grimy, very victorian era - gaslight, carriages etc.
Whispers – other worldly mutterings from nowhre or no one visible. Ghosts and zombies and vampires can hear them, demons and magicians use ghosts to tell them what’s being whispered. Only those who have died can hear them, whispers are from those who guide the returning ones; powerful seers, dead gods, higher level demons. They could show themselves, but choose not to, unless to those truly cursed or blessed, depending on how you see it, with immense power.
De Croissance - Powerful, mysterious, some kind of humanoid being, not dead, not alive, not vampire or zombie or ghost but something unknown. Twisted view of life and the afterlife. Used to work for the Lord of the largest Vampire enclave in England as an advisor, he left when the vampire he was in love with, Lucia, was executed wrongly, the vampire lord is desperate to get him back, but he started freelancing, helping those in need until he became too jaded. Hears the whispers, has seen some of the beings, refuses to heed them anymore.
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