Hazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists!
Also a few villains, one mor...
Within the radio tower near an enigmatic bayou of New Orleans, Louisiana a lanky, but strongly built man starts his day with a brief morning report before taking a day off from broadcasting until the afternoon.
The brown haired, Creole born, man with a wit as sharp as a knife, and humor stretching a mile long, was currently busy entertaining his devoted audience with the lastest morning news. News that was so kindly given to him by the ever eager authorities to broadcast about the most lastest killing.
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"Well folks it would seem that the dreaded Axeman strikes again!" The right corner of Alastor's smile twitched slightly over that little nickname. A nickname he despises. "Hopefully, the lawmen will catch this dastardly infamous Bayou Killersoon, but until then let good ol' Al lift your spirits with a sweet melody? This one's a personal favorite of mine, so you're in for a real treat this morning folks! Hahaha now I do hope the kiddos are wide awake and ready to dance, because here we go with this jolly ol' classic, You're Never Truly Dressed Without A Smile!"
He laughed happily and then lifted his voice and sang the song he loved so much. Despite his maniacal grinning over the bodies he had slain the night before, and the oblivious authorities, he throughly enjoyed his work as a radio host.
He might not be the most typical man to the people of New Orleans especially regarding the prospect of romance, acting as if he detested the ways of love but in fact...that's only because he had yet to find someone who shared his lifestyle.
He's a serial killer after all. The thought of physical interaction with anyone who would have trouble accepting his double life without squealing to the cops was a risk he wasn't willing to take.
There were a few souls he kept close but still at a five foot distance. This song validated his beliefs and if there was such a soul out there who could handle his double life and willingly accept it as their own, then maybe he'd give love a try but until then he smiles at the joys of the bachelor's life!
He has his morals, no killing women, and especially not killing any children...only animal abusers, drug dealers, fraudulent Voodoo Witchdoctors, human traffickers, and the occasional drunken idiot who would dare to terrorize dear Mimzy's humble establishment.
When not killing for the betterment of New Orleans he was here in front of the microphone. He enjoyed hearing the words of praise for his voice and charming personality. Of hearing how the children would be dancing to the songs he sang shortly before heading off to school for the early hours of the day. It was humbling, after all, you're never fully dressed without a smile.
And these days the good people of New Orleans needed a reason to smile.
He sighed softly after finishing the song and spoke. "Au revoir my dear listeners, so until next time, stay tuned!"
