#murderrhusband

[bewitchedmuses]

@murderrhusband

"I'll be out late tonight, I need a fresh one for my setup I'm preparing. I hope your evening broadcast goes well, don't forget to smile~ See you in the morning at the diner for breakfast. I love you, Vincent."

Alastor left that voice message on Vincent's answering machine, but he wouldn't be at the diner in the morning. He had gone out and got a fresh victim for the ritual he had been planning. It had been successful but when he went to dispose of the body a deer hunter shot him dead. His body left in the swamp by the hunter when he realized that it was no buck he killed, not wanting to deal with the consequences of murder.

For Alastor it had been instant. Before his human body even hit the ground he was manifesting in hell. With the deal he had just made it was like a bomb dropped, the power was felt all through Pride like a shockwave and he was angry. This was not how things were supposed to go, he wanted to secure his place in hell yes but he still had things he wanted to do as a mortal. He was suppose to have a life with Vincent! Not familiar with how to control his new form and power his furious rage took over, turning him to an eldritch wendigo beast that would rampage through the streets like nothing hell has ever seen before.

Weeks would go by as Alastor would gain better control over himself, settling into hell. Having quickly established himself at the top of the food chain. As time would go on he would learn about the overlords and the territories of Pride, killing some to claim a nice spot for himself. Though he felt an emptiness in his heart, he knew one day Vincent would join him down here.

[eldritchgrin]

@murderrhusband

"My dear human, give me your jar of pickles," Wiggles his fingers at Vincent.

[reunioned]

@murderrhusband: "There's bound to footage! Reels should be accessible somewhere. Will there be any comment of it on your show?"

' Most certainly. So you best tune in if you don't want to miss it ! If you're lucky there may even be a scream or two ~ Ha HA. '

[stardustmcde]

Claw underneath the human's chin, tilting that head up a little. "See? This is why I like you," He spoke in a purr. "But you're right, I'll wear something revealing, tearable, and easy to discard~"

@murderrhusband

[hellsgreatestassistants]

A New Opportunity with @murderrhusband

"What is this for again?"

Ethan had been Mickey's assistant for a few months. He hadn't come to LA with the dream of being an assistant, but bills needed to get paid and food needed to bought. A good job was a good job, and he had lived off of bread and canned soup for long enough. This was, a temporary set back. Get some savings, get some connections, and he could quit and go back to looking for videography jobs.

"After party from the celebration of that late night host's hundredth episode,"

Mickey rolled his eyes at Ethan a bit. Like he was far too important to be here for this. The twenty one year old wasn't going to look the opportunity in the mouth tonight. Getting paid, and getting to be at an LA event was nice. His black hair was styled with the bangs flipped up and back. His red frames were perched on his face as he observed his boss, looking around the crowd for familiar faces to party with for the evening.

"Maybe it won't be a bust," Mickey was waving at someone, another producer. "You like to party don't you?"

He was dressed to blend in, to not draw attention. Black jeans, a white dress shirt, and a thrifted, but polished pair black wingtips made him look plain but smart. He didn't want to draw attention, but nurse a few drinks, until he had to get his boss home or got sent home.

"I'm good tonight Mickey, you go have fun,"

"Suit yourself. Drink on my tab, and if you want some drugs later," He let the implication hang in the air, as he walked off to do whatever he was going to do for the night.

Ethan made his way to the Bar, he needed a drink after after reminding his boss all night at the celebration who everyone was.

[bewitchedmuses]

First meeting

@murderrhusband

It was a grand evening of entertainment for those who were normally entertainers. A large happening that had all the big names in local entertainment: news station hosts, tv show actors and actresses, radio hosts and producers. Alastor's radio station was the most popular in the area that played Jazz and Blues. Though to his dismay the owner of the radio station was talking all the credit of the station's popularity when he was the iconic voice that people tuned in to listen to. Unfortunately there was not much he could do about it, they wouldn't even advertise him on posters or billboards ad they feared they would lose ratings if people knew that he was a mixed man.

The young radio host stood off to the side of the party sipping at a dark wine, glaring through his glasses at his producer who was talking with the producer who was the owner of the local news station. From what he could hear were the two old men talking about a partnership, Alastor rolled his eyes at the idea of having to do news recaps on his station. He crossed the room and found his fellow radio host who did the morning broadcasts and began chatting with him, not all that interested in mingling with any of the people here from television.

[bewitchedmuses]

@murderrhusband //closed starter

Alastor unfortunately didn't own a television. His cabin in the swamp didn't have electricity running to it and the apartment he had in town didn't have cable installed in the building. The only time he could catch Vincent's broadcast was if he was in front of the electronics store at just the right time to watch. This just wouldn't do and Vincent had invited him to the studio to get to watch him live.

The radio host was excited to see what a television studio was like and to see Vincent host the news. Alastor headed to the staff entrance where there was a guard at the door in a police adjacent uniform, it was a bit unnerving as the guard was glaring at him before he even got there.

"Staff only, get lost." The guard snaps at Alastor.

"I was invited to watch the recording live by the host, Vincent Whittman. I'm Alastor." He told the man calmly with a smile, unfortunately it had no effect on him.

"I don't give a flying fuck if the pope invited you, I'm not letting a negro inside. Now get!" The guard raised his voice and took a step forward.

Alastor quickly took a couple steps back, his gaze darkened behind his glasses. "You're going to regret this." He said ominously as he left the area and went to wait across the street. It was disappointing to miss Vincent's broadcast but this was the treatment he dealt with on a regular basis. He couldn't help but wonder if no one told the guard or if the guard ignored it because he personally didn't want to let colored man in. Regardless of the reason Alastor was stuck outside waiting until the broadcast was over.

When the staff started leaving Alastor kept an eye out for his friend, crossing back over when he spotted Vincent coming out and heading to his car. "Vincent!" The creole man called to get his attention and jogged up to him. "I'm really sorry I missed your broadcast." He apologized, hoping that the other man wasn't upset with him. "I was here when you told me to show up but apparently the studio is white's only, the guard at the door wouldn't allow me inside."

[reunioned]

@murderrhusband SENT: ❛ so you… you feel fulfilled? ❜

THE DEMONIC PRESENCE FILLED THE darkness of the room. The flash of a yellow stained smile is seen first , then the gaze from slitted red eyes. Alastor takes in the scene with delight , the antlers upon his head growing in excitement at the thrill of a new kill. He was pleased to be summoned to the mortal realm if it meant something EXCITING was awaiting him.

' What is more FULFILLING than the taste of blood && flesh ?? ' He stalks the mortal and his most recent kill like a hungry predator , the shadow of his claws already curling around the body laying on the flood.

' Well , Vincent ?? Are you going to eat that ?? Because if not -- I am. '