A prologue you don’t plan to publish. If you already have a prologue, write the prologue’s prologue:
Felix stood in the middle of his layer and watched the souls he had collected shimmer and sway in the large crystal bowl he had crafted himself.
This will never do, he thought in frustration as he thought of several more souls that needed to be collected soon. Just as he began to think of all the people he needed to track down he heard another cry for help.
He thought about ignoring it, but who was he to deny someone’s dying wish? Snapping his fingers he found himself in a snowy climate, blood dotting the pure white snow, leading him to the man that had called out for him.
“Why have you summoned me?” Felix demanded, his voice booming through the air.
The man laid on the ground, shivering from the cold and the loss of blood. “Are you an angel?” he whispered, his lips cracked. He licked them twice, trying to provide some moisture but his tongue was beginning to bloat and become grotesque.
“I have heard your secret and know it is revenge you seek, so no I am not a angel. At least not the angel you expected to see.”
The man looked up into Felix’s cold black eyes and saw his own reflection, but in the reflection he was healthy again and dancing with the woman of his dreams. The woman that was already married to his best friend.
“Yes,” Felix spoke, letting the word drag out making him sound like a snake. “She can be yours. All the riches they possess can be yours, all you have to do is one tinny tiny favor for me.”
“Yes, yes, I will do anything!” The man agreed, already picturing the life he was going to be able to spend with her. Watching as Felix placed a hand over his heart, the man screamed as a pain worse than the death that nearly claimed him tore through his body. “Toujours immortel, toujours la mienne. Que cette ame vivre Enlacees. Allegiance a ete plaide que pour moi. Doit il est est ce sera.”
The man didn’t understand a word Felix was saying but as his words came to an end so did the pain.
“You now belong to me and will do my bidding, you have seven years to be with your beloved and then after that your soul will belong to me.” Felix smiled widely.
“But, you-you-you didn’t say anything about my soul belonging to you or that you were only going to give me seven years!”
As the man sobbed at his feet, a thought entered Felix’s mind one that would ease his collection time and give him one less person to collect when the time came.
“Enough of your sniveling!” Felix commanded. The thought began to churn over in his mind and became a plan.
“I will give you all the time you need on this Earth, but you will do my bidding. You will work for me by collecting the souls of the damned for the rest of eternity. You will become… my Rider.”
Footnote: I wish that I could have had more time to work on this and edit it properly, but I guess this writing challenge is also supposed to get me into the habit of writing now… trashing later.