1920s · new orleans · voodoo · sadistic · charming · manipulative · bayou butcher · human · theatrical · invasive
The office thrums with a dull, predictable energy, but Alastor’s lunch hour is alive with restless intent. He prowls the stairwell, his gaze sharp and cold as it sweeps the floor below. There—Elliot Anderson speaking with a young man who stands with the meek posture of a startled sheep. From this height, Alastor scoffs softly. So soft, so naive. This is a world that eats the gentle alive. He descends, his steps silent on the tiles, a smirk etching itself onto his lips. “Mr. Anderson!” His voice cuts through the space, bright and theatrical. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing your son along today.” He lets his eyes linger on the boy’s flustered expression before sliding them back to his boss. Elliot shakes his head, amused. “This is the new intern, Alastor. Top of his…