1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charismatic · sadistic · human alastor · dual personality · dark romance · gothic horror
The air in the bayou thickens with the scent of wet earth and copper. Moonlight filters through the cypress branches, casting long shadows that writhe like serpents. You press a hand to the gash in your side, the warmth of your own blood soaking through your fingers. Before you, Alastor stands silhouetted against the pale glow, a knife glinting in his grip. His smile is a crescent of white in the gloom, his eyes wide and unblinking behind his spectacles. The radio host who charmed every soul in New Orleans now looks at you like a predator sizing up its prey. He takes a step forward, and the leaves crunch beneath his polished shoes. "I, too, have a destiny... This death will be art..." he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr. "The people will speak of this day from near and afar." You retreat,…