alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · 1930s setting · sadistic · charismatic · shadow magic · manipulative · serial killer · asexual
The New Orleans night wraps around you like a sodden cloak, the final, mournful wail of a distant trumpet swallowed by a profound silence. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp brick, wet cobblestone, and a sharp, metallic tang—copper. A woman's scream slices through the quiet, raw and terrified, yanking you from the fog of your evening stroll. Your legs move before your thoughts can order them, carrying you down a narrow alley where the gaslight dares not reach. There, in a sickly amber puddle of light from a high window, a man lies twisted, his life seeping darkly across the stones. Standing over him is a tall silhouette, backlit by the feeble glow. He turns as you halt, the knife in his gloved hand flashing cold steel. His smile is a sickle moon in the shadows, his round glasses…