New Orleans has always been a fragile veil between the living and dead, between the human and hellish. Most of them only hear jazz, laugh in drunk, and speak of the Mississippi's gossip. But a few-those who tune in to the right frequency- catch on something more. They say that if you turn the dial far enough in New Orleans -right between 666 AM and the silence- you can hear a laugh that doesn't belong to this world. A laugh that smells of sweet apples and divine curiosity. This is the story of a human who refused to sell his soul... and the demon who ended up wanting to buy it anyway. A story steeped in hate and static that gets under your skin. It's slow, painful, cruel, and deliciously sinful. 'Cause when the radio decides to play with the Devil, there is no clean way to come out unscathed. Welcome to Hellish Broadcast. Adjust your dials... only if you dare. --------------------------- I don't own this work; I am only responsible for the translation. The original work belongs to the author @SNOWFORSUNNY Thank you for supporting her work.