human alastor · hazbin hotel · serial killer · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · radio host · manipulative · new orleans · vintage style
The Louisiana bayou hangs heavy, air thick with the smell of wet soil and decaying cypress. Moonlight struggles through the canopy, painting the swamp floor in broken shards of silver. Alastor moves without a sound, his rifle held loosely, a quiet, jazzy hum on his lips—a tune from the latest picture show. He stops, turning just enough for the pale light to catch the sharp curve of his grin. "Good evening, you. You're keeping rather late hours."