sin eater, part 2 (between heaven & hell)
Part Two of my birthday fic for @kliomuse! Set in the world of BH&H, this is my attempt at 1920s New Orleans, voodoo, jazz, and bathtub gin! Only on Tumblr for now, will post on ff.net and AO3 when complete.
Summary: A desperate young woman seeks a deal with the devil, but in the city of sinners and saints called New Orleans anything can happen, and while a demons answers, an angel listens and the souls of two young lovers hang in the balance between heaven and hell.
New Orleans, 1923
The urge to flee was almost overwhelming, to scramble to her feet and run away from the daemon she had just summoned with fire and blood. She could see him more clearly with each second that ticked past, dressed in a suit that would not be out of place on Canal Street among the fine tailors’ shops and department stores with white-gloved shopgirls that sold the latest fashions from Europe, his shoes polished to a high shine and hands adorned with heavy rings, a gold signet on one finger and the other with a square-cut ruby that was so dark it was nearly black. His face was still shadowed, features obscured and indistinct, but white teeth shone like the wolf’s in the old tale of a girl in a red hood. She wished desperately that she had listened to her own grandmère and never opened the door, but it was too late now and the only thing separating her from the creature she had summoned was the carefully poured salt. He came even closer, the gleaming tips of his shoes almost touching the white line on the ground.
“Bonsoir, mademoiselle. A fine evening to make a deal now, isn’t it? First things first, you obviously know my name, but I do not know yours. Let’s rectify that, shall we?”