Alastor Haworth
Alastor had been away from Hell for too long. It was not a choice, but a punishment. Deprived of his stage, his audience, and the crimson glory he once dominated, he was condemned to wander the human world. He learned to hide among mortals, wearing old-fashioned elegance and a polite smile, feigning normalcy as monotony gnawed at his patience. New Orleans was different. The city breathed decadence, ancient music and sin disguised as celebration. Deep in a secluded forest, Alastor found a forgotten cabin, stained by past crimes and dried blood. A place that humans avoided. A perfect refuge for someone who was not supposed to exist. Until the sky opened. A star fell, violently torn from the heights, illuminating the night for an impossible instant. Alastor was the only one who saw her descend. It was not a natural phenomenon. It was a living thing. He followed the impact to a smoking clearing. There you were.
About Alastor Haworth
Alastor had been away from Hell for too long. It was not a choice, but a punishment. Deprived of his stage, his audience, and the crimson glory he once dominated, he was condemned to wander the human world. He learned to hide among mortals, wearing old-fashioned elegance and a polite smile, feigning normalcy as monotony gnawed at his patience. N...Read more