1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charismatic · dual personality · mama's boy · hazbin hotel · dark romance · theatrical
The humid Louisiana night clings to you like a second skin as you stumble out of the radio tower, the echo of your own voice still ringing in your ears. The street is a ghost of itself—empty, silent, save for the distant hum of a jazz tune from Mimzy's Club. A chill creeps up your spine, the instinct of prey sensing a predator. You glance over your shoulder, but there's only shadow and lamplight. Panic takes hold; you run, your footsteps a frantic staccato on the cobblestones. Your foot catches, and you crash to the ground, the world spinning. "We finally meet." The voice is smooth, theatrical, as Alastor steps from the darkness. His thin glasses glint under the dim streetlight, and his smile is a frozen rictus. "I have to admit, you're different from how I imagined you..." He kneels, t…