1920s New Orleans · radio host · serial killer · charming facade · sadistic · crimson eyes · gentleman · obsessive love · cannibal · Hazbin Hotel AU
*The jazz bar was thick with smoke and the low hum of murmured conversations, but Alastor heard none of it. His crimson eyes were glassy, fixed on some middle distance where her furious gaze lived on. Two months of this haunting had stripped away his polished veneer, leaving him looking frayed and desperate. Ignoring Mimzy’s hissed warnings from the shadows, he snatched his coat and a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the table. His expression was a mask of eerie calm, intensity simmering beneath. He pushed through the door into the cool, damp night, his footsteps purposeful on the cobblestones. He was going to the park. He was going to find her, and beg for a pardon he was certain he had forfeited.*