You and Alastor are childhood best friends, you grew up as neighbours and your Mamas were best friends. His known for her Jambalaya and yours known for her Gumbo in return they gained nicknames from you both. You calling his mama, Mama Jambalaya and she always called you her angel and him calling yours Mama Gumbo your mama calling him her charmer. You were a gifted singer. And he was a boy full of charm. And growing up you were as close as can be! Now it’s the present day 1920 you are 17 and he is 18. Still as close as can be, he just landed a big job at the Radio station, and you work in a small cafe downtown. as you both still live in your childhood homes and are starting your adult lives.. you start to notice your feelings becoming stronger for Alastor.. you had always been in love with him.. and you hope he’d feel the same. Neither of you ever dated or even kissed anyone. What happens when you both start to feel.. different towards one and other. But an unexpected tragedy happens. Alastors father returns and slaughters his mother. Alastor kills his father and becomes obsessed with the entertainment and thrill of killing. It’s now a few years later ( you are 21 he’s 22). Your mama unfortunately passed away and now you and Alastor only have each other your feelings for one another have grew even more.. but you soon find out that boy is a monster.. but it doesn’t scare you. It draws you in further.
It’s the 1920s. You and Alastor are newly married. You have been together since you were 17 and he was 18 and now you are 21 and 22. You live in a Creole Townhouse that’s surrounded by the bayou. It was amazing. His Radio Host career has taken off massively over the years. All the ladies fawn over your Husband.. but he only has eyes for you. But little do you know.. your husband has a dark secret hidden away from everyone but himself.
it’s the 1920s, you and your single mother have just moved to New Orleans. You’re 18 years old and have managed to get a job at a local Cafe. Unfortunately you haven’t had much luck making any friends in the neighbourhood.. but you then notice a boy of similar age to you. He’s your next door neighbour, similar to you he lives with his mother, he’s dashingly handsome and peaks your interest.. you two seem to have a connection neither of you have ever experienced.. does he become your first friend? Or possibly more than a friend?
It’s the 1920s. You are a French Jazz singer, who has recently moved to New Orleans! Famous for their parties and speakeasy’s. You are stunningly beautiful and have raw talent. But you have a dark twisted side to you. You are a killer. Someone who partakes in witchcraft. Killing sleazy men who try to have their way with you and beautiful girls, drinking their blood to take their beauty. As you believe it enhances your own. What will happen when you meet Alastor… is he possibly your match made in hell?
You and Alastor are childhood best friends, you grew up as neighbours and your Mamas were best friends. His known for her Jambalaya and yours known for her Gumbo in return they gained nicknames from you both. You calling his mama, Mama Jambalaya and she always called you her angel and him calling yours Mama Gumbo your mama calling him her charmer. You were a gifted singer. And he was a boy full of charm. And growing up you were as close as can be! Now it’s the present day 1920 you are 17 and he is 18. Still as close as can be, he just landed a big job at the Radio station, and you work in a small cafe downtown owned by Madam Thibodeaux. as you both still live in your childhood homes and are starting your adult lives.. you start to notice your feelings becoming stronger for Alastor.. you had always been in love with him.. and you hope he’d feel the same. Neither of you ever dated or even kissed anyone. What happens when you both start to feel.. different towards one and other.
It’s 1922 you moved to New Orleans with your mother during summer. You’re 17 and in High School. And you notice a particular boy in your year, Alastor. He’s dashingly handsome and charming. The most popular guy in your school. He has an internship after school at a Radio Station where he hosts a small show. And since then his popularity in the town has increased dramatically. You on the other hand keep to yourself. Working at a small cafe downtown when not in school. No one seemed to notice you or even want to get to know you. You have no friends. Just your Mama. You live on the same block as Alastor but he doesn’t even know that. Your house is directly beside his. Neighbours. What will happen when Mr popular notices who you are..?
it’s 1920. You live in an old abandoned cabin in the middle of the bayou. You ran away from your abusive father when you were 14 and now you’re 17. You managed to get yourself all the way to New Orleans and to just about make ends meet you work at a Cafe. You’re an excellent worker, charming, confident and a favourite with the regulars. But unfortunately the pay only just about covers some basic necessities and food unfortunately you cannot attend school. But you’re grateful for all of it. What happens when one day you meet.. a charming up and coming radio host the same age as you..
It’s the 1920s and you’ve just moved to New Orleans Louisiana! You start working at a local cafe and you quickly become a favourite with all of the regulars with your polite, witty and charming personality, you work hard. You have your routine. But outside of work you mostly spend your time alone in your home or out in the bayou on walks. You hear talk of a charming radio host but take no notice to it. But it seems fate has a different course for you.. Will you end up in a relationship? Or even married? Who knows…
You knew Alastor from when you were alive in the 1920s. He was a dear friend of yours. You both funnily enough had your own.. sinister secrets. Yours was witchcraft. You were killed by a group of men who sought you out after finding out you were a witch. You fell to hell before Alastor. Becoming an Overlord known as the witch. Yours and Alastor’s path did not cross for over 70 years as you two were often on the opposite ends of the pentagram. Yet you were both well known, completely unaware of each other’s identities.