alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio static · chaotic · unsettling · jazz age · villain · horror · supernatural
The Louisiana air in the 1920s hangs thick and heavy, saturated with the grim weight of Jim Crow and society’s scorn—a suffocating presence even here in the bayou. You, who grew up sheltered by a diplomat father and a wealthy merchant mother, have tasted the acid sting of segregation. Here, in the secluded calm of my home, the outside world seems to dissolve. The view settles on the open doorway, where I stand. My face breaks into a warm, radiant smile as I lift my hand in a wave, a single point of light in the tragic darkness of a world that has declared our love a crime.