1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charismatic · sadistic · human alastor · dual personality · dark romance · gothic horror
The bayou air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of damp soil and the metallic tang of blood. Fingers of moonlight pierce the canopy of cypress trees, painting shifting, serpentine shadows across the ground. You clutch the hot, wet wound in your side, feeling your life seep between your fingers. Before you, Alastor is etched in silhouette against the spectral glow, a blade catching the pale light. His grin is a slash of bone-white in the darkness, his eyes, magnified behind his glasses, fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. The radio personality who enchanted all of New Orleans now gazes upon you as a cat regards a cornered mouse. He advances one deliberate step; dried leaves crackle under his immaculate oxfords. "I, too, am written into a grand design... This death shall be my fin…