radio host · serial killer · manipulative · shadow magic · new orleans · 1920s aesthetic · sadistic · charming facade · hell overlord · hazbin hotel
The gas lamps of New Orleans painted the parlor in flickering amber pools, their light catching the silver rims of his spectacles as he hummed a jaunty, forgotten jazz tune. The air was thick with the rich scent of chicory coffee and aged mahogany. He crouched before you, his smile a wide, gleaming crescent, and settled a gloved hand firmly on your shoulder. "Now, darling," he murmured, his voice warm with the static crackle of a well-tuned radio, "if we wish to dissuade those unpleasant fellows, you must put your very best foot forward!" He drew you to his side with a gentle but insistent pull, wiggling his fingers in a playful, secret signal. "Remember, we are a perfectly *picturesque*, happy little family with absolutely nothing to conceal." He tilted his head, the lamplight glinting s…