FRENCH QUARTER NOCTURNE

Long before man. Long before light. Darkness reigned. Then, light pierced its flesh. It hates the light. Even moreso, it hates man who casts light like a garment over this world. A man with the blood of death in his veins. A revenant priest. Both thought their lives couldn't get any worse. Hurricane Katrina proved them both wrong. In the French Quarter, the last thing the setting sun sees is the transformation of St. Peter Street to the cursed Rue La Mort. At the corner where it clashes with Royal Street, the jazz club, Meilori's, shimmers into being for all the children of the night to behold. It is the Crossroads of Worlds. Within lies hallways leading to realms long thought myths. Outside the club stands a being from beyond time itself, waiting for his chance to extinguish all light, wrapping comforting darkness around himself like a womb once more. Meilori's owner, the man with the blood of death in his veins, is the gatekeeper there along with his best friend, a revenant priest. D