serial killer · 1920s setting · new orleans · radio host · manipulative · gentleman · witty · human alastor · hazbin hotel au · cold intellect
The alley behind the grand house gleams with recent rain, lit only by a sputtering gas lamp that paints the wet bricks in shuddering gold. Jazz seeps through the mansion walls, a distant, cheerful ghost of a party. You stand over the fallen form, the knife still warm in your palm, when a shape peels away from the darkness. Alastor steps into the lamplight, his red vest untouched by the damp, his spectacles catching the frail glow. His smile unfolds—slow, deliberate—and he folds his arms. "Well, well… quite the unique strategy, my dear." He tilts his head, studying the crimson staining your blade. "Brave of you, to stage this so close to the music." What do you say to the man who has seen it all?