Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 7 - Valentino

Characters are not mine; Trunks belongs to Akira Toriyama along with Toei Animation. Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivziepop.

Chapter 7 - Valentino

Regrets plague us years after they are committed. This isn't an inherently bad thing, however. We learn from these mistakes and improve ourselves for the future. What if you had no other option, though? Having to commit some wicked decision as the lesser of two evils... Will you grow to regret them? Or just accept the fact that it was absolutely necessary?

Years Past; with Alastor; ???

Scene opens with Alastor, as a human, running through a set of underground catacombs, being chased by unknown entities.

"Shit, fuck, cunt, FUCK... How did I end up here?" Alastor shouted to himself, panting as he navigated quickly through the caves. "Never should've trusted that twat!"

He kept running and running. Luckily, he was in great shape, allowing him to move quickly without draining his stamina greatly.

As Alastor rounded a corner, his dangerous path split into two routes. They seemed completely identical in initial appearances, so Alastor took a guess and chose the left path. Unbeknownst to him, this path did not actually exist.

As he traveled through, the entrance behind him filled in stone. He didn't notice this, however; something coerced him into keeping his gaze in front of him. "Need to keep moving... Fuck!"

Alastor rounded another corner, being able to instinctively look behind him. It felt like the walls were moving. "The hell? I don't remember there being two bends there..."

Since there was no immediate danger that Alastor could see or sense, he stopped his running to catch his breath. "Feels like I've been running for hours..."

This gave him a moment to observe his surroundings. Other than slight differences and the obvious wall behind him, it was the same dark catacombs that he entered.

"Why did I even go ahead and attempt exploring these stupid ass caves," Alastor asked himself. "Then again, who the fuck would know there would be these creatures in here?"

Alastor was visiting the Paris Catacombs for some rush of fun. The claustrophobia, the thin air, the limited light... He thought it would've given him the fun he's been searching for...

This could not be further from the case, however. All he found was death and entities aching to kill him, not to mention the feelings of aforementioned 'rushes' being scaled magnitudes than what he was expecting.

"Need help?" a voice said from within the darkness.

This caught Alastor completely off guard as he was not expecting anyone to be here. "Who said that?!"

No one responded, so he continued his venture further into the catacombs, this time walking rather than a full-on sprint. He grabbed a water bottle from the back he was wearing and drank from it.

"Probably was a hallucination or something. Heard that was a symptom from complete isolation," Alastor thought to himself.

As he was walking, he reflected on the circumstances landing him here in these catacombs. "Oh God, this really is my fault."