Yes, like the faerie world in Dr. Strange and Mr. Norrell.
I am an old school World of Darkness player, so I have copies of Changling, Wraith, and 1st Editions of VtM, Mage, and Werewolf.
I have noted that quite a few ‘modern’ pieces of fiction have looked at the changelings as they are taken into Fae as playthings, and less of the horror of those finding their children gone.
The Mercy Thompson books look at a lot of those figures (plus perhaps some excessive romance, but good stories), as do the Hallows books (a good bit less so), and point out that all our modern takes have simplified and cleaned up the old stories to make them less threatening that the original fictions would have been. Much the same way we find vampires and werewolves (okay, some of us) fascinating and fun, rather than terrifying and torturous.
Which leads us back to the OP - we have plenty of vampiric and werewolf protagonists out there, but most of them are played for sympathy. Especially when they’re old and in their current generation, they’re always channeling their hungers into people that deserve it, or they’ve gone vegan.
But like Dexter, that doesn’t mean those hungers aren’t real - and with centuries of the past to own up to, their crimes are very likely unforgivable in the totality, no matter how ‘good’ they are now.
Black Panther. He stops Killinger’s righteous revolutiom and keeps Wakanda stuck in theocratic monarchy.
Mr Potter from It’s A Wonderful Life was a visionary cruelly thwarted by the staid Nimbyism of prudish George Bailey and his wretched saviour complex.
Exhibit One: Pottersville. It’s fuckin’ ace! There’s bars and nightclubs and sexual liberation and fun. I’m sorry we’re not all going to be in bed at 9.30 on Saturday night so we can be early in church for a good pray over how difficult is to scratch a living in our shitty jobs, George, but some of us have lives to live.
I know! I also always thought Pottersville seemed like a lot more fun than Bedford Falls. The only place Bedford Falls had to get out at night was Martini’s-- a boring old gin joint owned by a garlic eater.
Not to mention, I’d rather be independently employed as a librarian (a job requiring an advanced degree), than being a SAHM with 4 children.
And, in Pottersville, she may have been “old,” but I really doubt she was a maid.
And yet we all had to clap for that little psychopath.
Yeah, pulling her hair back and putting on glasses didn’t really do a lot to frump her up. A lotta guys like the librarian look.
With George Bailey not existing, she would have eventually succumbed to the advances of Sam Wainwright. And would that have been so bad? He seemed like a decent guy, and rich to boot. He did have that annoying habit of constantly saying ‘HEE HAW’ for some reason. Tourette’s? Oh well, nobody’s perfect.
My headcanon is that, yes, it was that bad, which is why she then never marries in that timeline.
“I…DO believe in fairies!” you snarl, lunging your hands out in a clap like you’re trying to squash a mosquito. Tracking it with your eyes, you clap again: “I DO believe in fairies!”
—Charles Foster Pan
Well…
They were arresting Violet and her ilk-mates for being nice to guys. Hypocritical cops. If Pottersville is such a boss town, why round up the ladies of easy virtue? The cops and government must be appeasing the (former) Bedford Falls church ladies. So prudism is still alive and well in Pottersville.
And remember, it hasn’t been Pottersville that long. George is what, 30-something? Younger?
Not to mention that the cops would rather bash an obviously mentally ill person on the head, fucking him up, than deal with the actual problem (no, not pesky angels!). Defund the police!
All the pawn shops downtown are symptomatic of businesses that cater to supporting the self-destructive traits of mankind. Get them with gambling, booze, and girls, then make it easy to sell their belongings at a discount to pay off their habits. Get 'em coming and going.
Plus the high crime downtown. Hell, the cops shoot at people just running away, who haven’t done anything violent. They hit a neon sign; they could just as easily hit YOU walking down the street. Bert didn’t care what was behind his target.
Who would you rather be: Giuseppe Martini, successful businessman, living with his family in a nice house, or Ol’ Martini, garlic-eating waiter living on some Pottersville shack, paying too much for rent, groceries, gas, taxes.
Well, he’d have cheated on her. He sort-of was even during the movie.
Now look, it’s easy to criticise police brutality and predatory lending, mainly because they’re terrible, terrible things.
But you know, look at Vegas. It had its problems. (I absolutely bet the Mob are all over Pottersville.) But it cleaned up, went after the respectable money. As you say, Pottersville is a young town, it’ll clean up.
Sure, it’s a nice place to visit, but would you want to live there in the 40s 50s 60s?
I bet they taught blackjack dealing and craps in the HS trade school. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” “A cocktail waitress!” And live in some shack in Hendersonville. The cops were all useless or on the take. Outside of the strip, I bet the streetlights were out half the time,
Yea, I think that is a good comparison!
Assuming Violet and associates were working girls, they probably weren’t paying the ‘street tax’. Gotta grease the right palms in a Capitalist society.
And you just know, since his wife left him, Bert gets the “cop discount” from Violet &co.
Uhh, Bert, of the original ‘Bert & Ernie’ partnership? I doubt he was patronizing Violet 
Sadly, despite how ‘sexually liberated’ Pottersville appeared on the surface of things, the true nature of their partnership was likely more anathema in Pottersville than even society as a whole at the time.
No, this is the original Bert and Ernie partnership. Bert on the left, Ernie on the right.
That’s the original B&E partnership I meant. How did the rest of my post make any sense otherwise? 
You ever wonder why the first thing Mr. Rogers did when he got home was change his shoes and put on a sweater? His Night Stalker shoes had a very specific tread identified at several crime scenes and any suspicious characters wearing a sports jacket could hardly be confused with that nice guy with a closet full of sweaters. Especially after postal worker (and future work place shooter) Mr. McFeely falsely reported seeing “some Mexican” prowling the neighborhood.