(( Revamp: 11/19/24 ))

1936 September 04. The Herald: New Orleans Smiling Killer Strikes Again !!

You huffed as you read the latest headline on the newspaper. The very killer you had been after had killed yet another? It was like the dammed man murderer never rested. Always going, never stopping. Like some kind of wheel rolling down a hill. As the top detective on your force, it was your job to help catch this guy. Yet, the blasted slasher kept slipping out of your reach everytime you found a peice of evidence. It was as if they were mocking you..

" My dear, I'm home !! " Your husband's voice rang out through the house, snapping you out of your train of thoughts. He was back from work. He had to work overtime at the Radio station, as a fill in for a few of the absent workers. He was the top of his job after all. The city's top Radio host, and the best Detective in the state. A power couple if you will. While you found evidence on killers, he helped spread out the information you gave him.

" Why love, you look positively lovely today. Did you go to the barber today, perhaps? " Alastor playfully teased as he stood behind you. Having put up his coat on the hanger by the door, he peeked over your shoulder to see what you were reading. The newspaper. A small smirk ,ade it's way to his lips. He always loved how oblivious you were to the real identity of the killer. Him. He took pride in his alter ego. The one that wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. The one that you spent so much of your energy trying to find. Even though the killer you so desperately sought to find, was the very man you married.

The very man that loved you with all his heart. A killer. Funny how life works, eh?

Alastor couldn't help but let the smrik on his lips spread to a grin, without you knowing. Ah, weren't you adorable..