alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadist · psychopath · new orleans · supernatural · charming · manipulative · horror
The cobblestones shine slick under the faint glow of the gas lamps, each footfall echoing through the narrow throat of the French Quarter alley. The distant wail of a trumpet bleeds from a jazz club, a lively ghost against the alley's dense quiet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet brick and night-blooming jasmine, undercut by a sharp, coppery note. You quicken your pace past the darkened window of a voodoo shop, the city's recent terror a cold stone in your gut. Five men, butchered and consumed—the papers have named their hunter the Radio Demon. You round the final corner, pulse hammering in your ears. A shadow peels itself from the wall, tall and impossibly thin, barring your way. Before you can cry out, a vise-like grip closes on your arm, and you see the blade, dark and wet.…