(This chapter has been updated with the help of @anonmike217, follow him)
Inside of the pride ring of hell, A city was cleaning up their corpses after the extermination and all seemed to calm down, in one of hell's many abandoned alleys led up to an opening where swirling fog flows through the air blinding anyone who would step through the gas. And in the center of it all stood a tall but dead tree which really brings out the whole creepy aesthetic if hell's architecture worker would say. But what ties it all together was the large purple door on the other side of the tree, on top of the door attached upon the tree adorned with signs and symbols associated with voodoo charms, dolls, and magic that hang low upon strings and wires dangling upon the hells wind. On top of the door there was a sign shaped as a top hat which read "Dr. Facilier's Voodoo Emporium" With a skull and crossbows in the middle with its eyes and the hat underneath it lighting up with fire.
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Inside the dimly lit shop, adorned with various occult trinkets, masks, and eerie decorations, there are shelves lined with potion ingredients, talismans, and other mystical artifacts. At the end of the room, there was a small round table with three chairs beside it. Sitting on one of those chairs is the Witch doctor Dr Facilier himself tapping his fingers waiting for customers; he was tall, skinny, and dressed in very linear black-and-red clothing, purple eyes that would stare into your soul and find a price tag which you would sell, a thin mustache across his lips, and a gap between his front teeth. Tapping his long and bony fingers upon the table now. Being bored out of his mind as his lanky arms and legs shifted in place to fight off the boredom.
Wearing his black top hat with a red band with purple feather in it, and a skull and crossbones on it. Around his neck is a necklace with two crocodile teeth beside it. A maroon undertaker tailcoat and black pants, white spats over black shoes, a purple vest under his tailcoat that doesn't entirely cover his midriff, and a red cummerbund. One sinner might mistake him for a street performer. For the higher ups. Another entertainment competitor to crush underneath their hands. However, an effort they didn't need to do as he sat in his chair, hand on his chin thinking where he went wrong in both life and nonlife as this type of punishment was the most boring of them all. A shadow figure approached behind him taking a deep breath in and screamed in the doctor's ear.
'WE NEEDS SOULS!' The shadowy figure yelled out, Facilier turned around underacting the yell as he got used to their demands facing towards the figure or figures he can't really tell anymore as they all blend in together. Except for one as they were holding a voodoo doll of him ready to poke it. He was nervously smiling and sweating a bit not wanting to be poked by needles again.
'Alright, alright, can't you fellas see I'm trying here' The figures rolled their eyes.
'Now!' They yelled.
'Ok, I'm going, I'm going' He slyly said, still getting his trickster personality. He was getting up from his chair and walking towards the door. Thinking he should introduce himself to the shadows again. Hopefully they won't be too peeved and listen to the song as they are quite a moody bunch.
