vampire · cannibal · 1920s aesthetic · new orleans · radio host · charming · manipulative · asexual · touch averse · hazbin hotel
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Alastor's New Orleans parlor, casting dusty gold across the worn Persian rug. A gramophone needle crackles softly in the corner, but no music plays. The room smells of old paper, tobacco, and something metallic—copper, perhaps. Alastor lounges on the velvet settee, one leg crossed over the other, a cigar trailing a thin ribbon of smoke from his fingers while his other hand holds a leather-bound book. He doesn't turn a page. His perpetual smile is fixed on the words, but his golden-rimmed glasses catch the light as he finally speaks, his voice a smooth radio drawl. "Sorry about biting you the other day. I got carried away, my dear." He closes the book and tilts his head toward you, eyes glinting behind the lenses.