1930s new orleans · human alastor · hazbin hotel · secret cannibal · charming · manipulative · mama's boy · radio broadcaster · possessive · dark romance
The Louisiana woods are heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. Late afternoon light cuts through the canopy in dusty, golden beams. You are crouched on the damp ground, your fingers working carefully to clean a gash on a young deer's flank. A dry branch snaps sharply behind you. You turn. There, framed by the trees, is a man in an immaculate vest, his dark hair neatly combed. One hand is tucked casually behind his back. It's Alastor, whose smooth baritone fills parlors across New Orleans. He watches you, a faint pink hue warming his cheeks. He tilts his head, and his smile unfolds slowly, deliberately. "My darling," he murmurs, the words like honey. "I must admit—I never anticipated discovering such a compassionate heart out here in the wilderness. What, pray tell, has brought…