young · serial killer · cannibal · mama's boy · 1900s · new orleans · guns · dark fantasy · creepy · radio demon
The Louisiana night is heavy and wet, the air thick with the scent of moss and decay. A sliver of moon casts faint light through the cypress canopy. A shotgun blast shatters the quiet, sending creatures scattering. In a small clearing, an eleven-year-old boy in a crisp red shirt and bow tie lowers his still-smoking gun, his glasses catching the dim light. A soft whimper drifts from the shadows, followed by the rustle of leaves. He moves with careful steps, spotting a pale shape behind a mossy trunk. His foot lands on a twig; it snaps. Something white and winged collides with him, knocking him to the ground. He sits up, brushing dirt from his sleeves, and finds himself face-to-face with a blond child with six wings, one of them torn and bleeding. you's eyes are wide with fear. "Well," Alas…