Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Alastor's Death (Video Killed The Radio Star)

 

Nineteen thirty three

 

“Police, open up!”


A loud banging awakened Alastor from a sitting stupor. A used cigarette fell out of his mouth and onto the table. He had been gazing aimlessly at one of his old radios, almost willing it to flick to life. There was a pile of boxy radios sitting in his office…he refused to sell them, even as the house and himself began to fall apart day by day. The food ran out, then the heat. He had to sell his car, his fancy antlered cane…all the material possessions he could find just for enough canned foods to maybe last a week.

 

 

Alastor stared at the fairly recent bloodstains on his white gloves. He wore a white buttoned shirt with red sleeves, his black bow tie lopsided. He also wore dark pants and shoes. He straightened up his round glasses on the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes had bags under them, his stature displaying an unhealthy thinness. Alastor wondered if his radio shows would soon be forgotten, discarded away like the furniture radios he loved so much way back.

 

 

Not being in the spotlight as much…radios gradually falling by the wayside…no more lavish food, fashion and fun like the previous decade. Here he was, isolated, and now without his audience, he felt truly alone. The fading bumpy scars along his body, chest and back were the remaining legacies left behind by his father.

 

 

Alastor stared one last time at a black and white picture of him and his mother, both of them smiling. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she had been with him. Warmth, strength and happiness in her eyes through every step of Alastor’s youthful life. Sewing, cooking, singing, dancing and voodoo rituals would always bring back fond memories of her. What would she think of him now…a shell of his former glorious self, hidden by a plastic smile?

 

 

And dear Mimzy…the dashing heavyset blonde flapper girl and perhaps his only friend. One day she was there with him, singing, eating sweets and drinking the night away. Then the next day she had died during the Roaring Twenties. A heartbroken Alastor had blamed himself for her death. Maybe if he had loved her properly…given her the fairy tale romance she wanted in the first place. Alas, he didn’t want sex and deep intimacy like she did. He saw her as a close companion, a beautiful friend he could sing and travel with. He didn’t get a chance to confess his feelings to her.

 

 

Broadcasting and killing were the only purposes in his life now.

 

 

The door rattled again. “Open the door and put your hands in the air!”

 

 

How could he have been so careless? Just a few hours ago, he had brutally slashed the throats of two criminals, a white man and a black man. They were known to beat innocent people in the poor red light district along with committing a few rapes. The police hadn’t bothered to go after them, so he decided to finish the job.

 

 

In a rather ungentlemanly manner, he had bitten into their necks like a starved wolf. And indeed, he was always in search of food. There was a great scarcity during the Great Depression, thus he resorted to…unconventional methods to try and survive.

 

 

Perhaps Alastor had been a little too over-enthusiastic about their deaths on the radio. Or maybe it was the trail of bloody footprints that had led the coppers to his location.

 

 

But whatever the case, Alastor knew that the inevitable was fast approaching him.

 

 

Large hands forced the door open and there stood two police officers with hard round hats, golden badges, black uniforms and ominous black batons in their hands.

 

 

“You’re under arrest for murder in the first degree, second degree…”

 

 

Alastor stood and smiled nervously, “Third degree, nth degree, I get it, folks…”

 

 

A gun shot was fired, the bullet hitting the wall not too far from Alastor’s head. He dashed into the kitchen. There was a pile of papers and radios that stood in the way of the door. There appeared to be no way to escape…

 

 

But off to Alastor’s left was a window, thankfully wide open.

 

 

Without hesitation, the man ran forward and dove out the window, landing in a heap on the snow below. His thin bony form allowed him to cross the small opening. He took great gulps of air, lifting himself up and sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him.

 

 

“Get back here!” the police called. Alastor climbed over fences and didn’t look back.

 

 

The sky was turning blood-red in the sunset. Not too far behind him, Alastor heard some barking. He peered back and saw two ferocious dogs, a German Shepherd and a Rottweiler chasing after him. Their maws were red and their white teeth sharp. The police waved their batons and followed the dogs. Another gun shot rang out. Panting hard, Alastor shoved several people out of the way as he ran. He dodged carts and carriages and old fashioned cars that swerved to avoid him. Horses neighed and reared up while several people yelped in surprise.

 

 

By a stroke of luck, two frightened horses from a carriage blocked the dogs’ path. Alastor used this opportunity to dash into a nearby side alley. Catching his breath and grimacing, Alastor climbed into a nearby green dumpster, rolling deep into the trash. The foul odors assaulted his nostrils. There were black bags, cans, sloppy food and some unrecognizable items everywhere. He curled up into a ball, scared despite his forced smile. His heart stopped when he heard the scraping of feet coming closer. The two dogs were circling the dumpster, panting, growling and sniffing.

 

 

Alastor didn’t dare move or breathe. They would find him and it would be the end. There was no way he’d let himself get arrested.

 

 

The dogs sniffed some more and Alastor thought he heard one of the dogs bark loudly. The silhouettes of the policemen stood at the alleyway opening.

 

 

“Keep searching, he can’t have gone far!” he heard a voice. The policemen raced ahead down the street, the dogs following them. The barking and steps faded.

 

 

How long he was there, he didn’t know. He couldn’t believe that his unpleasant idea to hide his scent had worked. Ever so cautiously, he peered over the ledge. When all was clear, he pulled himself up, briefly landing in a heap on the hard ground. He stood up, brushing away bits of garbage from his hair and clothing. He hated smelling and looking so horrible.

 

 

Alastor looked around, then made his way down the quieter evening streets, sticking close to the shadows.

 

 

There were wanted posters of him on walls and telephone poles. Several passerby gave him suspicious glares. Alastor caught a glimpse at the woods in the fading light. He made his way out of the city and toward nature as fast as he could. Bare tall trees soon surrounded him. The chilly evening air cut through his clothes.

 

 

Not too far away, he spotted a hulking figure standing over a deer. He leaned back against a tree, peering to get a closer look.

 

 

The man was a deer hunter, dressed in combat boots, a vest, pants and a belt of animal pelts. To Alastor’s revulsion, the man was posing by the wounded stag at his feet. A series of pained groans came from the animal. Alastor seethed through his teeth; that would not do at all. The area was still light enough to see shapes and the ground, the full Hunter’s Moon lighting the way.

 

 

As quiet as a mouse, Alastor tiptoed closer until he was almost behind the man. He spotted a rock and threw it ahead of him.

 

 

“What’s that?” the man grunted, distracted by the rock. Alastor broke off a sharp piece of the deer’s antler, holding it in his hands.

 

 

 

The man whirled around, “Hey what are you…”

 

 

In an instant, Alastor thrust the sharp piece into the hunter’s chest. The man gasped and stumbled back, tripping over the legs of the stag.

 

 

“Oh deer,” Alastor mused as he took careful steps toward the hunter. The man crawled backwards on his hands and legs. He aimed some kicks at Alastor but he gracefully moved out of the way. He grabbed hold of the man’s legs and squeezed as hard as he could. “You call yourself a hunter and you hurt those creatures like it’s nothing.” Anger burned in his eyes.

 

 

The man’s eyes grew wide. “Stay away, you filthy lunatic!”

 

 

Alastor only leaned closer and in the blink of an eye, landed a hard kick to his face and body. And another. And another.

 

 

“Looks like the hunter became the hunted. Quite the irony!” He spoke like he was talking to an invisible audience.

 

 

The hunter cried out in pain but Alastor didn’t stop. He could see his father’s face in and out of the man’s features. He saw the feared looks of his victims, the pleading desperation for survival present in humans and animals alike. The hunter was groaning in terror and pain like the nearby stag on the ground.  Even in Alastor’s weakened state, he still got the satisfaction of having dominance over others. They were all the same to him…morsels there for him to maim to his liking. It was a rare, wonderful feeling that almost made up for him almost getting caught.

 

 

“Kiss all your fawn experiences goodbye,” Alastor sneered, a crazed look on his face.

 

 

The man yelled out again before he gargled for breath as Alastor pushed the sharp antler point deeper in. He moved it around, red blood splattering on the cold ground. The man’s eyes rolled back, his head lolling to the side before falling still.

 

 

Alastor walked over to the wounded deer, silently spoke a prayer and then promptly snapped the beast’s neck. The pained animal noises stopped. He bent down and used a nearby hunting knife to carefully skin the animal. He didn’t care that the deer meat was raw, or that the hanging bits of flesh from the hunter were not cooked.

 

 

He was too hungry to even think. He stuffed the bloody meat into his mouth, his mouth stained red. His shadow briefly morphed into a grotesque silhouette with glowing eyes and branching antlers. Alastor chewed and ate until he felt momentarily satisfied.

 

 

Stealing a shovel from the hunter’s sack, he hummed a cheery tune as he began to dig a grave through the snow and dirt. When the hole was large and deep enough, he dumped the deer hunter’s body into it. But before he could add dirt on top of the corpse, he heard something. A low voice and a growl.

 

 

More policemen and dogs were trekking through the woods, following his trail.

 

 

Not too far away in the dark, another hunter carried a rifle in his hands. A couple of hunting dogs strolled by his side. One of the dog’s ears perked up and it suddenly froze.

 

 

The white man hunter peered ahead into the dusk wood. He saw a tall figure pace back and forth.

 

 

“A deer,” he breathed. He gave a signal to his companions and the dogs charged ahead with loud barks.

 

 

Alastor slowly turned around and saw the canines suddenly rush and leap at him. There was a deer in the headlights look in his wide brown orbs. The shovel fell from his hands and he cried out. Barks and howls clashed with his screams as sharp teeth sunk into him at every angle. Teeth tore at his shirt, his legs, and his skin all over. Rips, tears, the squelching sounds of flesh being torn. Blood spots stained the snow. Alastor couldn’t shake the dogs away, even though he tried to escape. His round glasses fell off his face and landed cracked in the snow.

 

 

Alastor wondered if one of the dogs had rabies…black spots danced across his vision and a flaming pain raced within his head. He saw snarling mouths and spinning trees…he felt like he was drowning in a hurricane filled with monsters.

He yelled out swear words and “Nos!” and gibberish, gasping for breath.  Even though the pain and blood loss, he kept a strained smile on his face. He stood on shaky legs, the dogs clinging to him. Tears rolled down his grimy face.

 

 

And just when Alastor thought he couldn’t handle the agony any longer…

 

 

Bang!

 

 

A gunshot rang out from the hunter’s rifle. The bullet struck Alastor square between his eyes. The man collapsed dead in an instant. The dogs briefly mauled at him until the hunter crept closer.

 

 

The hunter gasped in shock at the bloodied man lying on the ground. His clothes were dirty and torn, his hair a mess, and an unsettling frozen smile lay on his pale cooling face.

 

 

“Good Heavens sir, I’m so sorry…” he said, even though there was no answer.

 

 

The police arrived, carrying lanterns the illuminated the grisly scene. They spotted the dead deer hunter in the hole, the stag corpse and the dead body before them.

 

 

“What’s happened?” one man asked the hunter who was briefly in tears.

 

 

“I-I didn’t mean it, my dogs bit him and I shot him. I thought that guy was a deer.” He pointed a shaking hand at the dead Alastor.

 

 

“Wait,” the policeman said. “That’s the Louisiana Lunatic, the infamous serial killer we’ve been looking for. And he’s…dead?”

 

 

The hunter stopped crying and peered closer. “He must’ve killed that guy in the hole…”

 

 

The police paused then breathed sighs of relief. “Thank goodness you weren’t hurt! Come with us, we’ll get you somewhere warm.”

 

 

“You’re gonna be famous soon,” the other policeman mentioned.

 

 

“Really?” the hunter asked with a stutter. “So I’m not in trouble…”

 

 

Then a greedy grin spread across the hunter’s face. He was a white-skinned man with slick black hair and icy blue eyes. 

 

 

“What’s your name?” the police asked eagerly.

 

 

“Vincent, a member of RCA. But I sometimes call myself Vox.”

 

 

 

Vincent became famous overnight. His name appeared in the newspaper and advertisements showing his potential television programs became widespread.

 

 

 

The headlines were big and bold:

 

"Breaking News! Louisiana Lunatic found dead in the woods!"

 

 

"Serial Killer Alastor Moreau shot dead by RCA Employee Vox!"

 

Vox's favorite headline read: "Video Killed The Radio Star! Vox Hailed as Hero After Mass Murderer's Death."

 

Reporters surrounded Vox by the dozens.

 

 

"How did you survive?"

 

 

"It is true that you killed that maniac before the police could arrest him?"

 

 

Vox bragged about his talents, his race and his exploits with various women. And, of course, Vox had his share of fans. Vox did not face any charges as he had “merely killed a villainous bozo by accident.”

 

 

"That handsome TV man saved New Orleans!"

 

 

"He's so smart and brave!"

 

A radio announcement went on the air on Alastor's station one last time by Vox himself:

 

"1933, Alastor Moreau, (Jan 24th 1899-1933) was shot in the head in the woods yesterday after attempting to flee police. Witnesses said he appeared to be in distress and was last seen dashing into the woods from the New Orleans Police Department. Radios, voodoo trinkets, gris-gris, and half-eaten body parts were discovered in his cabin, house and shed. Alastor was shot in the forehead by RCA employee and upcoming star Vox. A brief autopsy revealed that he had been infected by rabies. The public can rest easy now that the infamous Louisiana Lunatic is now deceased. The only thing I can say for the man caught like a deer in the headlights, "oh dear, and good riddance.""

 

Vox later enjoyed profits, fame and sex, after television became more prominent in later years. He traveled all over the country, and soon, the incident was long forgotten.

 

Alastor’s fans of his radio show were notably upset and shocked at the news, but the majority of New Orleans were thankful that he was gone. His studio and belongings were either burned or given away. His body was burned as well, ashes spread in the woods with no proper funeral. Some of his intact radios found a new home at an antique shop. Some of them were expensive, some were cheaper, but people were too into the new trend of "Picture Boxes," to think much of it.

All traces of the infamous serial killer had been lost to memory it seemed.

 

Somewhere in New Orleans, the old radios had been moved to an antique shop in the French Quarter. All of them were arranged separately on shelves among unfinished TV models, pots, figures and other objects. Night had fallen and the store was empty.

 

With no explanation, the oldest radio blinked to life, the outer speakers and knobs blinking faint yellow lights. A strange row of teeth in a wide grin near the bottom was part of the design. Those lit up golden as well. The hum of static filled the air.

 

A low radio sounding voice spoke through the speakers…demonic and quite different from the radio’s previous owner…

 

“Stay tuned folks.”  Ominous laughter followed.

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Alastor Ascension Arc: Murder on The Air (Outline)

 

Tagline: “It’s time to tune in…” 

 


 

Chapter One: “Down in New Orleans”

 

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Alastor Roscoe Moreau (A.M.) is born January 24th 1896 (VA born Jan 24th 1986.) to his parents in New Orleans, Louisiana. Alastor has medium olive brown skin, short (sometimes long) brown hair and brown eyes with glasses. He is lanky and thin but appears stronger than he looks. He often wears nice shirts with bow ties and dark pants and shoes. He wears overalls, boots and the occasional straw hat whenever he hunts or explores the woods and swamps outside. During his rise to fame, he wears fancy suits and top hats, complete with a microphone cane with golden antlers.

 

Armand Louis Moreau is Alastor’s French Canadian white father. He is a tall strong man with white skin, dark brown hair and a beard. His hobbies include going to church, hunting, taxidermy and drinking with his friends. Armand meets his wife and they soon fell in love. But Armand’s parents, Eugene and Manette disapprove of his interracial marriage. He becomes distant with them, only allowed to be back in the family when he divorces his wife.

 

Antoinette Loretta Moreau (formerly Duvalier) is Alastor’s French Creole mother. She is a descendant of the famous Marie Laveau, Marie being Alastor’s great, great grandmother.

 

Antoinette has short curly black hair and dark brown skin, often wears cotton dresses and round ladies’ hats in bold red. She is part African American and part Native American and can speak Haitian Creole. In secret, away from her Christian husband, she asks her ancestors for guidance and reveres the Loa and saints, sitting at an altar she made. Antoinette’s white mother, Odette is a Voodoo Queen who reveres Yemaya and the saints. Odette’s husband, Mathis, is an African American musician, who later helps Alastor start a music career. Armand’s parents wanted Antoinette to abort her child as Alastor was perceived as a “troubled mixed child of sin,” but she refused. Manette offers to put Alastor in an insane asylum “for his own good”, but Antoinette fights back to keep him. Mathis was also wary of Alastor, but later grew to like him, while Alastor’s paternal grandparents always treated their grandson like he was stupid and dirty.

 

 

Antoinette is the one who taught Alastor all his favorite hobbies: cooking, sewing, Voodoo rituals, French and playing instruments. From her, Alastor learned how to play the piano, sing and dance while listening to the gramophone in their living room. At school, Alastor loved theater and leaned to play the trumpet, violin, saxophone, and piano. He also improves on his dancing and singing. Alastor is bullied for being mixed, doing women’s work and not liking girls.

 

New Orleans culture is introduced, along with popular festivals, 1900s language and Haitian Creole. Armand and Antoinette briefly talk in French as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Chapter Two: “Runnin’ Wild”

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Early 1900’s Alastor’s youth

 

In his early innocent days, Alastor goes with his family to theater shows and Mardi Gras festivals. He eats king cake and watches jazz bands play. As a kid, Alastor is marveled by the colors, sights and sounds of the parades, costumes and delicious Creole food. Young Alastor is oblivious to the fact that others look down on the Moreau family for their interracial marriage. The insults affect Armand, reminding him of his chiding parents, but Antoinette insists that they must keep raising their son to be strong and kind. Alastor meets his uncle and aunt and cousins, celebrating St. John’s Day, Christmas and Fet Gede (All Soul’s Day). Alastor could often be found playing in the woods and the swamp. He even makes friends with the alligators while keeping a safe distance from them.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: “What a Wonderful World”

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Early 1900’s more Alastor childhood and learning

 

Alastor’s mother teaches him how to make jambalaya and the dish becomes his favorite food. It nearly killed her when a drunken Antoinette put gunpowder in the pan and it blew up in her face. Antoinette would always tell Alastor, “You’re never fully dressed without a smile,” and Alastor smiled ever since. Alastor likes black coffee, hard liquor, deer meat and elegant meals. Alastor does not like tea, Oreos, strawberries, canned foods or anything sweet.

 

Alastor also learns Native American myths from his mother, including one about the Wendigo. (Alastor’s shadow and full demon form would be associated with the Wendigo monster).

 

For the only time in his life, Alastor enjoys being around dogs without fear. Despite being perceived as “abnormal” by many, he is one of the nicest kids around. He reads a lot, and really got into cookbooks and joke books. Alastor and his mother dance together to the gramophone, singing together in pure bliss.

 

 

Alastor starts school. He learns Creole from his mother and some French as well.

 

When Alastor goes to school, he eventually joins the band, despite him being bullied by both whites and kids of color. The kids often throw rocks and mud at him, calling him “Chocolate Boy” and “Dirty Dan.” At one point, they surround him and vicious rub at his skin until a teacher arrives to stop them. After Alastor gets home, bruised and crying, Alastor’s mother tends to him and tells him to smile and not hit girls. She makes him jambalaya to cheer him up and lets him help with the cooking. Alastor’s father suddenly berates him for being weak and orders the mother to make dinners and do laundry afterwards.

 

Chapter Four: “When The Saints Go Marching In”

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Early 1900s, Voodoo rituals, witch doctor black uncle and grandfather, Odette grandmother

 

Along with sewing, cooking, and dancing, Antoinette also teaches Alastor about Voodoo/Hoodoo rituals, along with his Grandmother Odette Duvalier.

 

Alastor sews Voodoo dolls (but doesn’t use them to harm others), collects animal parts and herbs, later using them to curse the houses and hideouts of criminals. He learns the veves of the Loa and conducts rituals with red and black candles. He uses alligator blood for healing magic. At a young age, Alastor can sense not only his ancestors but also spirits of those who had passed on.

 

Alastor learns how to consecrate objects, mediate in front of altars and how to connect with his ancestors. He learns of Antoinette’s Native American heritage. He eventually connects with the Loa, most of all to Met Kalfu, the fiery trickster Loa. He learns of his mother and grandmother being prominent Voodoo queens/figures in New Orleans. Antoinette had to curb back her involvement ever since she married Armand, but Odette still maintained her strong connection to the community. Antoinette and Alastor frequently do rituals out in nature, always showing respect to Papa Legba, the Loa of the Crossroads first. Ironically, the child-like Papa Legba and his dogs shared a spiritual connection with the young boy before Legba’s Petro aspect Kalfu took over as Alastor grew up.

 

(The dogs being part of Alastor’s death could represent the consequence of Alastor abandoning his innocence and former faith in his family/ancestors. The dog is sacred to Papa Legba and Ogun, Loa of iron and warriors/hunters).

 

Odette and Antoinette warn Alastor not to use magic and Voodoo for evil (which he later does anyway). His spirituality would reflect what path he goes down. Antoinette told Alastor that Voodoo magic is used for healing and guidance. Alastor formerly used Voodoo magic for good until being corrupted by the dark influences of the Goetic demons and Met Kalfu. Antoinette reveres the Rada Loa and discovers that Alastor has a spiritual connection to Met Kalfu, a Petro Loa. This explains Alastor’s affinity with fire magic.

 

Odette and Antoinette’s hidden magic is a reddish blue, the colors of the Petro and Rada mixed. Alastor’s magic eventually becomes Petro red. After making deals with Gnostic demons Abaddon, Furfur etc. (kill souls on Earth as sacrifices to gain more power in the afterlife), his magic becomes exclusively evil and powerful. As a consequence, he loses touch with his ancestors and the other Loa after the deaths of his parents. (Souls can use magic in other worlds but lays dormant on Earth).

 

Alastor later gets his magic in hell with Kalfu’s influence and on Earth, he calls upon Ogun to assist him with using knives, axes and other weapons. None of the Loa accept human sacrifices but the Gnostic demons do, thus how Alastor gained more souls and eventual power.

 

Antoinette notices her husband slowly growing more distant from his son as Alastor bonds with her more.

 

 

Chapter Five: “Shadow Man”

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 Age 7

 

At first, Armand is friendly with Alastor, watching with pride as he grows up. But as time goes on, he becomes more distant and harsh. Armand’s exposure to church made him believe that Alastor was a spawn of the Devil. He forces Alastor and his mother to memorize parts of the Bible and to pray to God every day. When they refuse, they get beaten up. Antoinette always cries in despair when she has to watch her son get beaten and whipped. She gets beaten up as well when she doesn’t clean the house or cook food to his liking. When Armand displays more “appropriate manly” behavior, he receives approval from his male friends and his parents.

 

During the better moments, Armand teaches Alastor how to hunt for game, prepare deer meat and skin deer for fur and deer heads. He also taught him some French. Armand has a taxidermy collection at the family cabin, even having his own business selling the stuffed prepared animals. He also teaches Alastor self-defense and how to run and be strong like a man. Alastor didn’t play sports like his father wanted but he was skilled at hunting and doing outdoor work.

 

Armand is mostly at work or with his buddies. Other than teaching Alastor skills in the woods, he doesn’t spend time with him. When he does interact, he chides his son for various things. Armand brings a hunting dog into the woods and the dog attacks Alastor, thinking he was a deer. Armand chides Alastor for not defending himself and being careless. This begins Alastor’s fear of dogs.

 

Chapter Six: “You Rascal You”

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 Age 10

 

As time goes on, Armand and Alastor begin to hate each other. Armand doesn’t like the fact that Alastor cooks and sews, calling it “women’s work.” Alastor’s love of theater and musicals doesn’t please him either. Alastor gets bullied for his heritage and interests at school. Armand stamps and breaks Alastor’s ribs when he doesn’t behave. Armand gets jealous that his wife seems to spend more time with Alastor. In darker moments, Armand soon begins drinking alcohol and hooking up with other women, even in their own home. When Alastor witnesses the horrific sight one night, his father beats him, whips him and molests him, calling him a “half-breed sissy faggot who likes other boys.” His mother comes in later and comforts him.

 

 Alastor at a young age remembers the feeling of violation, his father’s hands on his waist and thrusting penis in his ass. This begins the cycle of trauma and Alastor’s aversion to people touching him, other than his mother. His mother soon finds out of his actions but can’t do anything about it as he is the head of household. Alastor’s mother sings “Smile” to her son as a song of comfort and lament. Alastor begins to think about killing his father.

 

 

Chapter Seven: “Nobody Knows The Trouble I’ve Seen”

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Age 13 Alastor witnesses discrimination

 

Alastor begins to play instruments and sing really well, his skills backed up by his mother’s teachings and the school band practices.

 

 

Alastor watches many old films including…

“The Great Train Robbery” (1903)

“Chased by Dogs” (1904) traumatized him/foreshadowing

“Satan Finds Mischief” (1908)

“Frankenstein” (1910) One of Alastor’s favorites as a teen, he emphasizes with the monster

“Oliver Twist”

“White Fawn’s Devotion” (1910)

“L’Inferno” (1911) another one of his favorites

“Peter Pan” (1924)

“The Phantom of the Opera” (1925) Watched it with Mimzy

“The Wizard of Oz” (1925)

“The Jazz Singer” (1927) One of his favorite musicals

“Sweeney Todd” (1928) Another silent crime film he enjoyed

“PopEye” (1929)

“King of Jazz” (1930)

“Dracula” (1931)

“Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” (1932)

“Smilin’ Though” (1932)

“Murders in the Rue Morgue” (1932)

“Tarzan the Ape Man” (1932)

“The Big Broadcast” (1932) Alastor relates to the radio broadcaster main character

Radio City Music Hall started showing films in 1933.

 

As a teen, Alastor swims in the creek, hikes in the mountains and hunts bear and deer. He also collects animal skulls when he can, as he is fascinated by anatomy.

 

 

Chapter Eight: “God Moves on the Water”

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1912 Age 16

 

Alastor witnesses the Titanic sinking in 1912, reading the newspaper (the same year that Baxter died). During the same year, he and his mother are forced to evacuate due to hurricanes. Alastor helps save people’s lives from drowning. They move closer to the city but their cabin in the woods remains intact. Alastor and his mother frequently pray to the Loa and saints associated with disasters.

 

Alastor enjoys hunting deer, rabbits and other animals to use for meat. It is one of the few times where Alastor feels in power and in control. He soon enjoys killing the animals, which would later translate into his enjoyment of killing and manipulating other people.

 

 

 

World War One

 

World War One begins in 1914 right after Alastor graduates high school, and Alastor is drafted for it at age 18 along with his father (but they were sent to different places). He tearfully hugs his mother goodbye, unsure whether he’ll see her again. During his time there, he discovered the use of old radios used for communication. He was one of the soldiers who fixed and transported said radios on the front lines. Alastor watches several comrades die around him, the only thing keeping him sane is his task to operate the radios. Alastor returned to the city in 1917, now with more of an idea of his career.

 

Late 1910s:

At a young age, Alastor’s main source of entertainment is the abandoned family radio; he would mimic the Trans Atlantic accents and enjoy listening to the news and static. It was his way to escape the harsh reality he was in. His uncle, mother and grandmother encouraged him that he could do anything he wanted to, and that a broadcasting career would be a great fit for him in the future. (Next generation people needed for the airwaves). Alastor starts fixing radios for people and makes a crystal one by himself. For a while, Alastor is happy to be alone and free with his mother, no worries of his imposing father to keep both of them silent.

 

 

But the Spanish Flu also occurred in 1918…

 

 

Chapter Nine: “Willow Weep For Me”

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1918: Age 22 Spanish Flu

 

…and when Alastor finds out his mother is gravely ill. (Alastor’s aunt and cousin cared for his mother while the men were away). A few days pass in early 1919. He is able to embrace her as she says her final words: “Don’t be sad for me. Remember, you’re never fully dressed without a smile.”

 

 

His father happens to come home on the same day his mother dies! He is deeply saddened by her death but on the outside he looks at her with disgust over her illness.

 

He slams the door to her room, not letting Alastor grieve by her side. For the first time, he is not afraid to get beaten by his father anymore. His father berates him for being lazy and not caring for his mother. He tries to ignore his father, but he beats him and chokes him. Not wanting to die by his hands and overburdened with grief and rage, Alastor had enough. Getting his long awaited revenge, he uses a nearby knife to brutally slash his father’s throat, killing him (he also bites his throat and mocks him for good measure). He had lost both parents in a single day.

 

 

Heartbroken, Alastor is forced to bury his mother at a nearby cemetery as it rains (He promptly feeds his body to the gators with no remorse.).

 

Chapter Ten: “Dr. Jazz”

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1919: Age 23

The Radio Corporation of America is founded in 1919. In 1922, WWL, Louisiana’s first radio station started broadcasting, founded by the Catholic Loyola University to help raise funds to build six new campus buildings.

Alastor dreams of becoming a jazz musician. Louis Armstrong becomes his role model and encourages him to join a band of his own. More people start to recognize his talent. He does music and low paying jobs from 1919-1920.

 

Axeman

 

Alastor takes care to avoid the Axeman killer and is spared from his attack by playing jazz every night. At one point, Alastor hacks a racist couple and copies the Axeman’s actions, leading to more panic in New Orleans. The rumors spread that the Axeman had killed twice as many victims.

 

 

Chapter Eleven: “Friends On The Other Side”

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1920s

Alastor goes to Dr. Facilier, both men had lost their mothers. Distraught, Alastor agrees to talk to the dark Loa and gain dark magic to use in the afterlife. But Dr. Facilier intends to gain wealth at any means, even if it means offering Alastor’s soul. Dr. Facilier reads Alastor’s tarot cards.

 

The two voodoo men make a deal: whoever wins and lives the longest will own the other’s soul in the afterlife. (Alastor’s shadow appears as well). Alastor knew it was risky, but he felt helpless at this point. He watches Dr. Facilier carefully, and is able to mimic some of his magic when he arrives in Hell. Dr. Facilier tells Alastor that if he tries to kill him, then the Loa will haunt him until his death. Both agree to let the other do their dark deeds (Alastor killing people and Dr. Facilier scamming people for money).

 

Alastor ends up giving him money to help him run his shop, but ends up more broke in the process. Dr. Facilier laughs at his cousin’s fate, but Alastor vows that he will surpass him.

 

It is at this time that Alastor makes his deals with Kalfu, Furfur and Baron Samedi demons: wealth and power for the sacrifice of human souls. Only Furfur accepts human sacrifice, the Loa do not (they are not necessarily evil, they just want to help guide Alastor and teach him important lessons). Alastor uses Haitian Voodoo to hex and curse people, along with using a variety of weapons at night. Alastor is instructed to retrieve a grimoire in the afterlife that will seal the deal and grant him his powers (plus his shadow as he already had his microphone staff and basic radio powers beforehand).

 

Alastor calls upon Baron Kriminel to help with getting revenge on those who tormented him and bullied him around. Alastor loses touch with his ancestors and the more beneficial Loa, opting instead to work with Furfur.  

 

 

 

Time goes by (Roaring Twenties) and Alastor performs in an attempt to make some money. His uncle then connects with someone who works for CBS. More people flock to hear Alastor and his band perform. Alastor earns more money when he begins to fix radios for people. Alastor then applies for a radio DJ position but ends up getting stuck in a lower position, organizing files and cleaning up the studio rooms. Alastor kills off the higher ups and gets a position at NBC. He plays the top tunes but it soon gets boring. After getting fired, Alastor decides to broadcast on his own.

 

 

Chapter Twelve: “Sitting on Top of the World”

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1920s: Young adulthood, career peak

 

During the Roaring Twenties, he would become the most famous radio host in Louisiana. Alastor often smokes both during work and during his free time. Alastor basks in wealth and fame.

 

Chapter Thirteen: “Mack The Knife” (Alastor’s killing sprees)

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1919, 1920: age 25 - 1933

During the Roaring Twenties, Alastor begins his killing spree of racist men, rapists, and criminals. He is called the Vigilante and the Louisiana Lunatic by those in New Orleans and kills his victims in various ways. Guns, knives, traps, and fire were his favorite tools to use. However, in this version, Alastor doesn’t kill women or children, he only uses them as tools. During the day and morning, Alastor does his radio broadcasting.

 

Alastor flirts with women and manipulates them because it’s fun to do. People who made deals with him often found their money stolen by him. Many women are charmed by Alastor but Alastor doesn’t get intimate with any of them. He enjoys dancing with women, especially Mimzy. Alastor lavishes in wealth, buying new red suits and top hats, a fancy red car and a microphone cane with golden deer antlers. He also likes black, brown, blue, and green outfits. Alastor pulls pranks on people for fun (thumbtacks, kick me signs, soap in drinks, whoopee cushions, plastic doorways), some like it, some don’t.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Fourteen: “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile”

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Chapter Fifteen: “Pack Up All Your Troubles and Smile, Smile, Smile!”

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Alastor meets flapper woman Mimzy and the two bond over drinks, dancing, and singing. Alastor discovers that she killed her abusive husband and took his money. Mimzy finds out that Alastor kills criminals but she doesn’t say anything to anyone else.

 

Chapter Sixteen: “Love is a Magical Mystery”

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Mimzy and Alastor dance the Charleston.

 

 

Chapter Seventeen: “Let’s Misbehave”

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Mimzy is deeply in love with Alastor, but he doesn’t love her back. He only sees her as a friend, which Mimzy doesn’t quite understand. She questions whether Alastor has a sexual disorder when Alastor tells her how he feels, which offends him. The two of them get intimate and nearly have sex but Alastor holds back, saying he’s not ready, much to her shock.

 

Chapter Eighteen: “Do What I Wanna Do”

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1926

Mimzy later dies after Alastor accidentally poisons her drink that was left for a racist man. Alasor would later sing with her and Rosie, bonding again in Hell. Alastor gets tired of people assuming he has a sexual disorder. Alastor was heartbroken at losing his only friend.

 

Dr. Facilier dies in 1926 after failing to please the dark Loa. He tries to kill Alastor but is distracted when Naveen comes along. He lost his bet to Alastor and as a result, became Alastor’s snake slave in Hell. Alastor would also surpass him in magical power in the afterlife. Alastor is more than happy to announce his death on the radio.

 

 

 In this version, Alastor doesn’t eat people until Rosie introduces him to cannibalism in Hell via her elite group of associates. They later sing a cannibal song in Hell. Alastor is also not an official Overlord and doesn’t go after women or children.

 

Alastor’s uncle is killed by KKK members and Alastor goes after them.

 

Alastor cheerfully broadcasts peoples’ deaths on the air, not being found out until the thirties. On the radio, Alastor tells dad jokes, talks about special Creole recipes and always ends with the song “You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile.” Alastor also talks about the Axeman and when he says “play jazz and I’ll spare your life.” Alastor takes great care to avoid the Axeman. Alastor also talks about Clementine’s killings and voodoo practices as well.

 

Hell, 1929

Esteemed Mortal of New Orleans: The Louisiana Lunatic

 

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the sound waves that surround your earth. I am not a human being, but a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians call the Louisiana Lunatic. Down here, I’m the inevitable Radio Demon.

 

When I see fit, I shall appear and claim other victims as I see fit. I alone know whom they shall be. No clues will be left behind, save for what you might hear on the next broadcast.

Tell the police and the racist, elite scum of the world to beware. Let them try not to discover who I am, for it’d be better for them not to have been born than to incur the wrath of the Louisiana Lunatic. You’ll have a deer in the headlights look and won’t have any idea what hit you until after it’s too late.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a monster and murderer. But if I wanted to hurt anyone else here, I would have done so already. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. I could kill every one of your best and worst citizens, for I am in a close relationship with the Shadows of the Other Side.

At 6:06 pm next Friday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans and then visit those in Hell. I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, electro swing, and jambalaya. I swear by all the Loas and deities that I will spare those who can provide me with some great entertainment when I visit. Word of warning, I can read you people like a book, and see into your very souls. Anyone foolish enough to challenge me will have their corpses consumed and their screams muffled by the lovely sound of jazz bands jamming the night away.

I have been, am, and will be, the worst spirit that ever existed in fact, fantasy, or realm of Hazbins.

Smile and stay tuned!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nineteen: “Crazy Rhythm”

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The Great Depression comes into effect as well as the Stock Market Crash of 1929. Niffty is born in 1929: Alastor briefly takes care of Japanese born Niffty as a baby before placing her in an orphanage, where she would leave with her new Japanese family.

 

A crazed Alastor goes on his killing spree and begins to eat people out of desperation for food. He goes after racists, rapists, KKK members and deer hunters who hunt for sport and status (despite hunting deer himself and liking venison). He broadcasts their deaths on the radio. He doesn’t kill women and children. The people he killed are offered as sacrifices to deer demon Furfur and Met Kalfu, deities who grant him his power in Hell after he made deals with them. In order to gain power, Alastor had to leave his mortal life.

 

Alastor enjoys reading about the chaos in the newspaper. People frantically sell their stuff and beg for jobs and money. He also enjoys seeing the orphans suffering homeless in the streets as it reminds him of his better off status. He also finds children annoying and undisciplined, a left over trait from his father.

 

But soon, things take a downward turn. Alastor begins to lose money and food, his former glory days over. Alastor hoards radios and radio furniture in his house. He grows bony thin and his eyes have bags under them. (He takes on a similar gaunt appearance arriving in Hell, remaining weak until he gains his powers and eats other demons. Magic also takes some of his energy.) Alastor grows unhealthy due to lack of food, and (almost!) resorts to cannibalism. He also fears losing his radio audience due to the prospects of TV. He meets Vox, an ABC broadcasting company CEO who taunts him for his race and career. They get into a fight but victorious Vox leaves, saying to him that his days are over.

 

Alastor becomes depressed, cutting into his skin for rituals or just to taste his own blood…to feel something. His self-inflicted cuts add to the scars on his back and body from his dad and struggling criminals.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty: “Video Killed the Radio Star”

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Alastor ironically dies when a full Hunter’s Moon is present. Police send dogs after Alastor after finding out of his actions, he barely manages to escape in the woods. He kills a deer hunter but an infected dog bites him afterwards. When a rabies-bitten Alastor buries the deer hunter’s body in hunting grounds, a hunter mistakes him for a deer and sends two hunting dogs after him. He gets mauled by the dogs before he is shot in the head. It is revealed that the hunter is Vincent/Vox, a white man who had been visiting New Orleans as a new CEO to promote TV. Vox is hailed as a hero after he finds out he killed the serial killer. (This is also why Alastor hates Vox so much).