Who are you?

“Who are you?” you ask.

The voice continues to project itself right into your mind. “When you found me last time, you called me mother.” It waits and looks at you expectantly, seeing your confusion its bodiless eyes roll three hundred and sixty degrees before falling on you again. “You have been through a lot today. Losing those we love is hard. I took away most of your ability to hurt last time you were here. I had to. You were in so much pain. You knew what you had lost but didn’t understand the finality of it. This time, when you cried. I felt that knowledge in you. I was going to leave you alone, but your sorrow drew me back to you. I have held a part of your soul in trust for you since you left last. But I have come to love it. Love you. You have felt so much pain. So, I will give it back to you. On one condition.”

Grandpa always said there was something missing in you. Something that had been taken away. He had been right. This thing, ghost or God or … mother took it from you. How dare she! But she did it to protect you. Maybe. Maybe it will make you want to want something. Your soul.

“What’s the ransom?” you question. The creature winces at the accusation in your words.

“You are not my only child. I have another.” A feminine hand appears from the formless body and waves. A baby blue gassy ball with a silver core coalesces in the hand. A small mouth with pointed teeth and a milky white tongue opens in the core with a pair of blue fluttery feminine eyes opening above it.

A smoky whisper teases your ears, “Lussssssssssstah.”

The entities voice returns in your mind, “This is my daughter, lust. Most of you humans would think of her as a shiny ghastly. She is so much more than that though. She is born of me. Made of a craving that I cannot quench. She has so much to share, but she needs the right partner. She needs you. All that I ask is that you do a brother's work and care for your sister.”

The blue gastly floats towards you and begins to float around you. You breathe in some of its gas before you remember your schooling and how poisonous they are. But instead of coughing and **** on something sweet, your body begins to tingle, to burn. You feel vigorous. Powerful. And horny. You have never felt so riled up in your life. Not even when you accidentally saw amber skinny dipping at the pallet town cove. The words just spill out of your lips, “Yes, I will take her.”

“You will protect her?”

“Yes.”

“You will love her?”

“Yes!”

“Then we have an accord. There is only one thing left to do.” Suddenly six gangar launch themselves out of the floor underneath you.

They grab your legs, arms, neck and torso and pin you to the ground. You are surprised and try to struggle, but the gangar just increase their size until you are immobile. Then the crystal falls from your hand and all the ghosts and lights disappear. Except for one. The shapelessness takes the form of a woman in a dress, except for where the head and hair should be is just emptiness with the eyes, teeth and tongue from before. Shards seem to fall away from the crystal as she picks it up until it looks just like one of your eyes. Its colour changes to match your brilliant green iris.

“My daughter will live inside you and give you the gift of sight. She will perform her duties as your partner and protect you. This will bind you.” She holds the crystal eye before you. Her eyes begin to swirl, and the world goes black.