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All artwork in this post are commissioned pieces, please do not repost them. I’ve also put a lot of love and thought into this plot so please don’t copy it or be mean to me about it. I am honestly scared to post this please be nice.

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(trigger warning: abuse, murder, violence, death, cannibalism, this is so long…)

In life, Sariah was a bright young girl who aspired to be a novelist despite facing frequent rejection and prejudice from publishers solely because of her gender and the genre she preferred to write. They told her that women were meant to write about romance and motherhood, soft things and fluff, not the graphic psychological horror displayed in her manuscripts.

When she turned eighteen, her parents arranged for her to be married to the son of one of their wealthy business associates. The engagement was terrible. Her fiancé treated her like property rather than a partner and he was a horrible, violent man. Swept up in the abuse, she lost her spark and her passion for literature. During a particularly explosive altercation with her fiancé, she pushed him down a flight of stairs. She told herself that it was an accident, that she had acted in self defense. However, when she realized he was still alive, badly injured, but still alive, she finished him off with a kitchen knife. After realizing the gravity of what she had done, she stole a generous amount of money from her fiancé’s lockbox and fled from her hometown.

New Orleans, 1923

Sariah arrived in New Orleans with only an umbrella, stolen money, and an address for a vacant apartment in the French Quarter. Lost in the heart of the city, in the midst of a downpour, she collided with a charming young man not much older than her — Alastor.

Their connection was immediate. They found themselves engaged in playful banter as he helped her find her way around. As a gesture of appreciation for his kindness, she gave him her umbrella for his walk home, which he promised to return the next time he was in the neighborhood. However, when he showed up to her apartment the next morning, he had brought a box of housewarming beignets… but no umbrella.

They spent a lot of time together during her first few days in the city, Alastor acting as her guide. From Sariah’s perspective, she assumed he was just being nice and friendly, but the truth was that he preferred her company and the comfort of her apartment to being at home with his abusive father.

Despite her favorable presence, Alastor was slow to trust, keeping his guard up. He even confessed to her that he couldn't fathom why anyone, especially a pretty young woman, would befriend him without expecting something in return. She assured him that the only thing she wanted from him was his company and entertainment; his friendship was enough. Little by little, he allowed himself to believe her and his walls started to come down, but the closer he got to her, the more possessive he became.

Late one night, after a particularly rough beating from his father, Alastor showed up at her apartment to seek comfort in her. She cleaned him up and made him tea, listening to him share as much as he was comfortable about his home life. She offered for him to stay with her for a while, and he hesitantly accepted. In return for providing him with safe housing, he pulled some strings to secure her a job at the radio station where he worked. Their professional relationship flourished; he discovered that in addition to her lovely voice, she was a gifted writer. She became the only person he trusted to touch his scripts and also his muse; her voice often featured in radio dramas on his show.

Their feelings for each other deepened and their relationship naturally progressed into an unspoken romance. It took a while for either of them to feel fully comfortable with physical touch, but once that line was crossed, they became incredibly clingy. Alastor liked the domestic affections; hand holding, lounging together in bed on lazy mornings, slow dancing at their favorite speakeasy, the kisses that didn’t have to lead to anything more. In turn, Sariah favored the more private moments of affection; falling asleep together, bathing together, stealing kisses in the studio, dancing in their kitchen. Their relationship remained unlabeled for quite some time, but Alastor was steadfast in his loyalty to her.

Once he realized he was in love with her, Alastor planned to propose to Sariah with one of his mother’s rings (although interracial marriage was prohibited at the time and they would have to have a private, unofficial ceremony). He returned to his family home to ask for his mother’s blessing, only to discover she had been murdered by his father, her decomposing body still in the house. In a fit of rage and grief, Alastor found his father and butchered him without a second thought.

Alastor went home that night, shaken up and blood soaked, convinced that Sariah would leave him after he confessed what he had done. Instead, she helped him wash up and burn his clothes, erasing as much evidence as possible. In an attempt to console his guilt, she told him the truth of why she had come to New Orleans: she had killed someone, too.

Although his parents had never married, Alastor was their only son, so the family estate and vacation cabin were passed on to him. He made the best of it, making a proper home for him and Sariah. They took their time settling in, and they eventually had their unofficial wedding, a private ceremony at their favorite speakeasy with a small group of friends.

Over the next few years, his hobbies took a dark turn—murder, voodoo, cannibalism—and his wife remained oblivious. They tried to have children, and a small part of him was relieved when she struggled to get pregnant, worried that he wouldn’t be a good father or that he’d pass down his violent tendencies. Another part of him felt bad for his wife, and wished for a normal family with the woman he deeply cared for.

New Orleans, 1932

(trigger warning: sexual assault, graphic violence, murder, vomit mention, graphic cannibalism, body horror, seriously it gets really dark here)

Alastor was getting overconfident and careless with his kills, and it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t get away with it anymore. Sariah was still unaware of her husband’s activities, but she was a little suspicious of his erratic behavior and all the times he came home late at night. She trusted him, but she could tell something was wrong. 

Soon enough, the happy little fairytale they had was brought to an end when Alastor was unknowingly caught in the act of a particularly sloppy murder. The witness, a friend of the victim, followed Alastor home. Nothing came of it at first, but a few nights later, a group of men broke into their home to avenge their friend’s death. They forced Alastor to watch as they tortured and assaulted Sariah in their own bed, made him listen to her cry out for him to help her, and laughed in his face as his anxiety and disgust made him physically sick. He was unable to save her, powerless in stopping them from slitting her throat when they were done abusing her. They spared his life, leaving him alone in a mess of his wife’s blood and his own vomit. 

Alastor was hysterical, incapable of thinking rationally. In a desperate and psychotic attempt to keep her with him, he took pieces of her as keepsakes— her hair, her eyes— and attempted to cannibalize her heart. It wasn’t until he bit into the tender, raw organ that he realized what he was doing. It made him sick with guilt, but he pushed himself to keep going. He didn’t dispose of the rest of her body for quite some time, and he couldn’t help but compare himself to his father who hadn’t given his mother a proper burial either.

Not long after her murder, he tracked her killers down and butchered them one by one. 

He would never be powerless again. 

New Orleans, 1933

Alastor eventually managed to make contact with the other side, striking a deal with Rosie to grant him power in exchange for his soul. In addition, he insisted that if his wife was in Hell, Rosie needed to make her forget the painful memory of her death. Rosie agreed. 

Hell, 1933

His death had happened so quickly, he hadn’t even had time to think before the bullet was buried in his brain. Once he came to and realized that he was dead, that he was in Hell, the first thing he did was look for his wife. 

Sariah was residing in Cannibal Town, taken under Rosie’s wing. She looked happy, peaceful, and Alastor was eager to reunite with her. However, when he approached her, it was clear she did not remember him; not only did Rosie take away the memory of her death, she took away all of her memories. As long as Alastor’s deal with Rosie still stood, she would not remember him. 

Believing it was in Sariah’s best interest, he let her think they had never met and settled for loving her in silence. Over time, he became her protector and confidant again, but he always kept her at a distance. She didn’t understand why he treated her like she was fragile, or why he insisted she stay in Cannibal Town when he left for long periods of time, but she obeyed him. 

(Bonus crack headcanon: I like to think Sariah kept chocolate edibles in her pocket for when he’d visit her in Cannibal Town, I just think that’s funny)

Season One

Alastor’s unexplained seven year absence caused some friction between himself and Sariah, and she refused to see him when he returned. She felt abandoned by him, and didn’t want to risk getting close again only to lose him. As distant as she was, she was also jealous of those around him; she wanted to be his friend, she was just scared.

At the end of season one, when Alastor was injured by Adam, a fear he had never had before struck him: if he died, Sariah would never know the truth about their past. She would never remember their time together when they were alive.

Season Two

(warning: I love Vox but he’s an asshole)

Not willing to risk Sariah never knowing the truth if something happened to him, Alastor pulled her aside after a visit with Rosie and told her everything. Knowing she would be skeptical and maybe not even believe him, he mentioned the scar on her throat from how she had died, the scar she had never known the origin of—the scar she had never told anyone about.

Shortly after their conversation, he went on to make his deal with Vox. Unable to just stand by, Sariah ended up with a deal of her own too: she would do anything the media overlord wanted as long as he didn’t harm Alastor. Vox was determined to take advantage of the deal to make Alastor suffer more, going as far as being intimate with her in front of him, and demanding she marry him at the gala and rule Heaven and Hell beside him. We all know how that night went, obviously no wedding happened… 

(Bonus: the chocolate edibles making a comeback here is funny to me. Alastor deserves to be zooted during this shit)

Post Season Two

Once Alastor’s deal with Rosie was off, Sariah’s memories returned. After a proper reunion, she agreed to move into the hotel with him. The atmosphere of his room—the nostalgic replication of their old home and the bayou—made her feel at peace immediately.