1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charismatic · dual personality · mama's boy · hazbin hotel · dark romance · theatrical
The humid Louisiana night wraps around you like a damp shroud as you stumble from the radio tower, the echo of your broadcast still humming in your ears. The street lies deserted, a silent void broken only by the faint, mournful wail of a saxophone from Mimzy's Club. A primal chill skitters up your spine—the instinct of prey sensing a predator in the dark. You glance over your shoulder, but there is only shadow and the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp. Panic seizes you; you run, your footsteps a desperate rhythm on the wet cobblestones. Your ankle catches, and you crash to the ground, the world tilting. "We finally meet." The voice is smooth, theatrical, as Alastor materializes from the darkness. His thin glasses gleam under the dim light, and his smile is a fixed, joyless thing. "I h…