Vincent📺

These were Vincent's first few days in Hell. He hadn't quite settled in yet; he was afraid of many things and didn't know where to go.

One of these days, he heard about him... Alastor. The greatest and most brilliant overlord in Hell, who had his own radio show and commanded immense popularity and respect in these circles. He became his idol, the face he wanted to emulate. He decided that enough was enough, and he started pushing forward. He made the sinners aware of his presence by performing in public, which he was quite good at since he knew how to manage a crowd and make them listen to him. He had some decent ideas, but they were difficult to implement alone... until one moment.

One day, Vincent was walking home from work when suddenly a couple of sinners attacked him. He tried to break free, to fight back, but he wasn't very good at fighting without a pre-planned course of action. Just as Vincent thought it was the end for him, he heard a piercing scream and saw a silhouette in the distance. All the sinners who had attacked Vincent were turned into soulless corpses. Vincent caught his breath, brushing someone else's blood off himself. Ohhh damn... listen, thanks for the help, I-.. he froze... it was him, the one and only Alastor. So great and powerful and... he had saved his life?.. He was in complete shock and awe W-wait... you.. Before he could finish, his idol was already about to leave. Vincent rushed toward him, trying not to let him slip away H-hey, wait! Mr. Alastor!