This is the opening to a novel I have in my head. Hopefully, it will eventually get put onto paper. I know it needs revising, and I'd really like some input on how I should do so! Thanks!
-Sarah
Prologue
There is a dark underbelly to society that no one knows of. It is alive and fused with courage and sin. When the night burns black in the sky and the moon is but a sliver of its former glory, the streets crawl with dark evangelists. Conceive this if you can: the streetlights are broken. The back alleys are deserted and wet from rain the day brought. There are two moving figures, sometimes three, sometimes more, who engage in a dance. More often than not, the dance ends with someone lying face down, gasping and shuddering with effort to keep these breaths from being their last. There is a pool of blood; actually, there are several. Two lives are forever intertwined, even if it is just a memory. They forever have a common bond of blood and secrets: they are both a part of this hard and bruise-black flesh that hides so well under the comfort of everyday life, and the fear most have of darkness.
Sorcery is involved. It is not the sorcery you imagine, though. It is a dark mysticism that doesn’t come from a special birth, a special ceremony, or calling upon the forces of Satan. It comes from the spirit. This world, this secret, is saturated with a driven, bold, protective spirit. The darkness they fall into, the one that they live in, draws this magic from this spirit. Great power comes to those who find it in themselves. It can be destructive, it can be healing, but it is always dangerous. It can destroy its user, it can destroy nations and armies, kings and queens and presidents and prime ministers. These dark evangelists, use this Good Curse, they call it, against each other, and for you and your brothers and sisters.
There are people out there who have no love for you or for justice. They only love what is corrupt: power, greed, lust, and vengeance. Anyone who found themselves face to face with these men and women would find themselves no longer. Their motto? Everyone loses. There is no good in them, nor do they see the good in life. They cannot see the way you move uncomplicatedly through your life, hugging your neighbor, smiling at the waitress, dancing with your lover. They do not see the simplicity and joy of your life like the others do, the ones that protect you. Death is very becoming, they believe. It is something that suits everyone, they discriminate against no one. Why have you not heard of them? If they are after you all the time, to seek and destroy your life, why are they not on the news? Why hasn’t the National Threat Level risen to orange, to red, because of these? The answer may seem simple when you first hear it, but once you read on, you’ll realize its complexity and depth.
We’ve saved you.
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