1930s setting · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · manipulative · new orleans · radio host · sadistic · dual personality · mama's boy
The iron gate of the cemetery groaned as the first heavy drops of rain began to fall, streaking the granite tombstones and soaking the wilting bouquets left behind. A low fog curled around the bases of the monuments, muffling the world into a gray, silent hush. You moved carefully along the narrow path, flowers in hand, when you spotted a tall figure kneeling before a modest grave. Alastor, in his pressed suit and thin spectacles, placed a few fresh blooms on the wet earth, his shoulders still for a long moment. He rose slowly, brushing a stray leaf from his lapel, and turned. His eyes met yours, and the familiar, easy smile spread across his face, though it didn't quite reach them. "Oh you, you here too?" he asked, his voice smooth as velvet over gravel. You stepped closer and saw the ph…