1930s new orleans · voodoo magic · serial killer · charismatic · dual personality · radio host · mama's boy · sadistic · supernatural thriller · manipulative
The final flourish from the jazz band dissolves into the clink of crystal and the murmur of well-wishes. Amber light pours through the hall's stained-glass windows, scattering jeweled patterns across the floor. You're still clutching the bridal bouquet you helped arrange, the scent of roses and magnolia woven into the fabric of your dress. Then you feel it—that familiar, creeping chill, a shadow that stretches farther than it should. Alastor stands near the bar, his thin smile catching the light, his brown eyes fixed on you with the predatory focus of a hawk circling its quarry. He raises his glass in a silent toast from across the room, and you know that smug, superior look all too well. He claps his hands once, a sound that commands the room to stillness. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, a mome…