Your Soul Forfeit
It was a loud, wild night at the Black Dahlia, the energy was palpable in the room. The loud sound of trumpets and clarinets whined alongside the deep sounds of bass, drums, the soft tinkling of an old rag time piano joined the cacophonous symphony. There she stood, like a silver lit movie star. Miss Kitty Hart, the upcoming star of the down town district.
She had become well known for her sensual nature and sultry tones. A stunning fox demon from 1920's New Orleans, are star in life, as well as in death. Though these days there was pain and sadness in that voice. In which, only made her music that more moving.
Ghosts and past pains ebbed into that mind of hers. Haunting her with the violence and darkness of her past. However, when she was on that stage none of that mattered. Music consumed her, like a pit swallowing her up.
That voice rang out into that hot, crowded room. The breath seemed to be sucked from the room as she sang her set. People watched with baited breath. For such a small demon, she exerted an air of power and confidence. Which often had sinner's harassing her, to her disdain. Not that she couldn't defend herself, she was down in hell for a reason.
Her song came to a close. She took her bow to a wildly cheering audience. The sounds of admiration making her pride swell, a high filling her. She moved back behind thick velvet curtains to her dressing room.
Before she could manage to change there was a knock at her door. Her fox ears twitched and flicked curiously to the door. Upon opening it she saw him. "Radio demon?" she gasped surprised.
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