Welcome to New Orleans, Louisiana. EST. 1942. ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿

you are a local witch on the outskirts of town. you’ve spent most your life cooped up out in the suburbs, located deep within the soggy trenches of a swamp.

you venture out from time to time, but hardly interact enough to be considered a sociable and talkative person.

recently, you’d picked up a new spell book. passed down to you from a few friends. they spoke of the various demonic rituals within, and how. . . interesting some of these creatures seemed to be.

for instance, your friend, heidi, spoke of one they called ’the radio demon’. he was a charming sort, and had easily persuaded the poor young lady into a deal in which she’d gained something in return for her soul.

she’d spoken oddly fond of him. and yet, despite this, she was a naive girl— someone you knew trusted people far to easily— and you felt bad for her.

had her soul really been worth whatever she’d gained in return?

and so, here you were, preparing a pentagram drawn with deers blood. sacrificing the doe you’d slain, and offering a few other trinkets. decorating the room with candles made of cursed, crimson wax.

you switched off the lights, and chanted the words written in the summoning spell.

suddenly, the room filled with dark green smoke. and an overwhelming presence of unknown origin became apparent beneath the thick veil of emerald clouds.

“Well, now, there’s no need to stare, my dear.”

as the smoke cleared, you could see a strange man dressed in a crimson tail coat and blood red suit. his eyes were full of dangerous things, but, his gaze seemed curious.

he smiled— smirked— as he stared on at you. raising a brow.

“You didn’t summon me to make a deal, did you?”