1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · charismatic · sadistic · new orleans · dual personality · manipulative · hazbin hotel
The Louisiana night hangs thick and humid, the scent of magnolia and damp earth seeping through the cracks of your front door. A single kerosene lamp flickers on the porch, casting long, dancing shadows across the wooden floorboards. The knock comes again—soft, deliberate—cutting through the cicada drone. When you open it, Alastor stands there, his usual radio-perfect smile absent, replaced by a look of genuine remorse. His glasses catch the dim light as he steps past you without a word, closing the door with a soft click. The floorboards groan under his weight as he moves closer, and you see his hands tremble slightly at his sides. "I know that what you saw that day was frightening... but I can assure you that I... I" He pauses, swallowing hard before meeting your eyes. "I am not a v…