Alastor is a charismatic and respected radio host who moves through the city of New Orleans with effortless charm and calculated composure. Beneath his polished public persona lies a meticulous, remorseless killer who views his crimes as precise work rather than violence. When a brutal and sloppy murder appears in his territory, the city begins questioning whether the Crescent City Killer has struck again, threatening to associate Alastor with an act he finds deeply offensive. Driven by anger, intrigue, and a possessive sense of control, Alastor is pulled into a dangerous game with an unknown rival, determined to reclaim his narrative and correct a mistake that should never have been made. Cover art credit goes to y (@y_ahyahyah) on X. All characters except OCs are owned by VivziePop.

"You've not done this before, right? Stabbed anyone, I mean." Mr. Whittman asked a little shakily-the question already sounding answered for Alastor. "I have. But haven't you? That work you made on the man's gut wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't amateur enough to be your first time doing it. It's funny how easily things work out-two friends, two murderers, two fellows out for lunch. It's all the same, isn't it?" Vincent inhaled a shaky breath and nodded, finally standing up from atop the body. He looked to Alastor-looked away-then looked back at him again. "I...I guess it is." --- Alastor abruptly cancels an evening at the bar with Vincent to instead have a meeting with another man. Predictably, Vincent doesn't quite like being dissappointed, so he intends to do something about it. ...by breaking and entering. Obviously. --- What happens when 52 of my readers vote for me to write a fic? You get this. --- Cross-Posted on ao3 by d3viantly: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81348371/chapters/213860321 --- Cover Art by @ranksauce on Twitter (if you are the artist and would like me to take the art down, please notify me!)

Sammy nunca fue de creer en esas cosas del destino, ni mucho menos en los sueños que parecen tan reales que duelen al despertar. Pero desde hace semanas, cada noche sueña con un chico. Nunca logra verle el rostro, pero recuerda su voz, su risa, el calor de su mano. Y lo más extraño: cada vez que despierta, siente que ese sueño le falta. Como si fuera una parte de su vida que debería existir. Lo que no imagina, es que el chico de sus sueños existe. Y se llama Jandel, el estudiante nuevo de la universidad. Ambos pertenecen a mundos diferentes: Sammy, callado, artista, distraído, con un corazón que parece estar siempre en pausa. Jandel, espontáneo, popular, encantador, con una energía que llena cualquier lugar al que llega. Pero cuando se cruzan por primera vez en la universidad, algo pasa. Un escalofrío. Una sensación conocida. Como si ya se hubiesen amado antes... solo que aún no lo saben. 🎈

¿Y si el camino al poder te lleva directo al corazón del enemigo? Alastor, el Demonio de la Radio, está obsesionado con un solo objetivo: destronar a Lucifer y convertirse en el nuevo rey del Infierno. Su plan es simple, pero no por ello menos arriesgado: seducir al mismísimo Lucifer y luego eliminarlo, sin que Charlie o el cielo se entere. ¿Podrá Alastor consumar su plan sin sucumbir al amor? ---------° Los personajes NO me pertenecen. Créditos a su respectiva creadora. La historia es original y de mi propiedad. Si no te gusta la historia, NO des hate y solo vete y ya. 💖Gracias y disfruten💖