Welcome to New Orleans, Louisiana. EST. 1930. ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿ ‿‿‿‿

a time of mass chaos amongst all in the city.

the year after the stock market crash.

you, like many others, still hadn’t managed to recover from it just yet.

you were making a decent living off your only job, but not enough to keep you afloat entirely.

so, you turned to. . . other means. looking to make a little extra cash.

and it worked.

you gained more and more traction around the fourth quarter as Louisiana’s biggest serial killer case yet.

unbeknownst to you, this fact irritated a very famous presence in the city. And he had every intention of bringing you down.

one evening, you’d just finished a job. a large smirk on your face as you stared at the male body lain out before you. your eyes sparkling with sadistic joy.

though, suddenly, the sound of a slow clap resounded through the alleyway you were standing in. and when you turned your head, there he was.

New Orleans #1 Radio Host: Alastor Crowley.

though, no one in the big easy knew about his darkest secret.

he was an awful lot like you. except, he didn’t kill for money. . .

. . . he killed for fun.

“Quite the show you’ve put on, darlin’. Quite the show.”

he snickered wickedly. his eyes curious, his gaze deadly all the same.

“So, you’re the new hot-shot the papers gotten so fussy about, hm? I can certainly see why.”