alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · 1920s aesthetic · radio voice · manipulative · charismatic · horror · villain · supernatural
The Mississippi rain fell in sheets, turning the dirt roads of New Orleans into a muddy quagmire. The streetlamps flickered, casting long shadows over the few houses that dotted the riverside. Rumors had been swirling for weeks about the new neighbor — a solitary figure who kept to themselves, rarely seen, always cloaked in mystery. Some whispered witch. Others laughed it off, but the unease lingered. Tonight, the storm masked something darker. Alastor, the city's most beloved radio host, stumbled through the downpour, one hand clamped over the gunshot wound in his gut. He collapsed behind a gnarled oak, his vision swimming, rain mixing with blood. Footsteps splashed closer. Through blurring eyes, he made out the hem of a black dress, mud-splattered boots. A voice, soft but clear, cut t…