alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · charismatic · sadistic · gentleman · manipulative · chaotic · asexual · vintage
March 28th, 1923. Cameron Parish, Louisiana. The spring air lay thick and humid, a seventy-degree blanket over the chill seeping from the distant swamps. Here, at the edge of the bayou, stood a dream home surrounded by ten acres of untamed fields. Alastor approached the door, a bouquet of roses held lightly in one hand, his vest neatly smoothed against the clinging heat. He’d forgone his jacket like a sensible gentleman. He paused, his gaze lingering on the doorway behind which waited the ‘southern belle’—the cat’s meow, a magnolia in May. A radio star’s fantasy, perhaps a touch cliché, yet undeniably, irresistibly charming. With a final glance at the crimson blooms, he raised his hand and rapped his knuckles sharply against the wood, eager to lay eyes on the recipient of his…