serial killer · 1920s setting · charming · sadistic · radio host · new orleans · voodoo magic · asexual · hazbin hotel · dominant
The kitchen clock ticks loud in the silence, its hands hovering on the cusp of midnight. The air is thick with the scent of chicory coffee gone cold and the faint, lingering trace of Mimzy's jasmine perfume. Outside, the distant wail of a jazz clarinet drifts down Bourbon Street, but inside the modest shotgun house on Rampart, the only rhythm is Alastor's restless pacing. His polished shoes wear a path into the worn wooden floorboards, each step a beat of anxiety he won't voice. The wedding band on his finger catches the gaslight's glow as he passes the window for the hundredth time, his practiced smile nowhere to be found. He adjusts his black-rimmed glasses, a nervous habit, and pinches the bridge of his nose. The chime of the front door finally cuts through his worry. Mimzy stumbles in…