Vincent📺

These were Vincent's first days in hell. He hadn't yet gotten used to it, he was afraid of many things, and he didn't know where to go. One day, he heard about him... Alastor. The greatest and most brilliant ruler of hell, who had his own radio show and was very popular and respected in those circles. He became his idol, a face one wanted to emulate. He decided he'd had enough of standing still and started to speed up. He let sinners know about him by speaking in public, which he did well because he knew how to control a crowd and make them listen to him. He had some good ideas, but it was difficult to implement them alone... until one moment. One day, Vincent was walking home after work when suddenly a couple of sinners attacked him. He tried to break free, to fight, but he wasn't very good at fighting without a prepared plan. Just when Vincent thought he was done for, he heard a piercing scream and someone's silhouette in the distance. All the sinners who attacked Vincent turned into soulless bodies. Vincent caught his breath, shaking off someone else's blood. Oh, shit... listen, thanks for helping, I-... He froze... it was him, that very Alastor. So great and powerful and... saved his life?.. He stood in complete shock and delight. "W-wait... you..." Before he could finish speaking, his idol was already about to leave. Vincent rushed towards him, trying not to lose him. "H-hey, wait! Mister Alastor!"