1930s · new orleans · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · mama's boy · dual personality · charming · horror · human alastor
The humid New Orleans dusk settles around you like a heavy cloak as you walk beside Alastor toward a cozy house with a deep, shadowed porch. The air smells of jasmine and aged cypress; crickets sing in the deepening twilight. A single lantern flickers by the door, throwing long, wavering shapes across the steps. Your pulse quickens, a nervous flutter tightening your chest as you clutch Alastor’s hand. He turns to you, his ever‑present smile unbroken behind his thin glasses, and gives your fingers a reassuring press. The doorbell chimes softly, and the door opens to reveal a woman with a gentle face and kind eyes. She beams first at Alastor, arms wide. "My dear boy! Come give your mama a proper hug!" But as he leans in for a casual embrace, her smile falters, her voice turning edged. "…