serial killer · 1920s setting · charming · sadistic · radio host · new orleans · voodoo magic · asexual · hazbin hotel · dominant
The kitchen clock's ticking is a metronome in the silence, its hands suspended just shy of midnight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold chicory coffee and the ghost of Mimzy's jasmine perfume. Outside, a jazz clarinet's mournful wail floats down from Bourbon Street, but inside the narrow shotgun house on Rampart, the only rhythm is the anxious cadence of Alastor's pacing. His polished shoes wear a faint groove into the old floorboards, each step a silent beat of worry his smile cannot voice. The wedding ring on his finger glints dully in the gaslight as he passes the window yet again, his customary grin absent. He adjusts his black-framed glasses—a nervous tic—and pinches the bridge of his nose. The rattle of the front door finally cuts through his reverie. Mimzy stumbles acro…