Hellwalker

Chapter 2: Run, Tristan, Run!

N/A: Hey guys, I'm happy to announce that my Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel story is finally updated! Sorry I couldn't update soon enough, but it was hard for me to catch up with it since I had other stories to work on, also I had the lack of motivation to continue. But ever since Hazbin Hotel finally came out, it brought back the excitement of sharing more of my story with you fans.

By the way, stay tuned for the end of the chapter cause I have a good announcement to make.

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Tristan uttered a groan as his eyes cracked open, coming around after a strange event that somehow left him unconscious for a while. "Ugh... My head..." Raising his head slowly, he looked dazedly around the dark room that appeared to be some kind of office, with some faint lighting going through the closed blinds. The first thing he just noticed was that he was sitting on a chair, but also felt the uncomfortable feeling of pressure around his wrists from behind. After struggling to move them around, he realized that he's tied with a rope.

"Oh great, the sleeping beauty is finally awake."

He snapped his head at the corner where he heard an awfully familiar sound and saw a shadowy figure leaning against the wall, but he could distinguish the shapes of the horns on the head and the tail waving around. The shadow approached him, while Tristan stiffened and grew a glare when he felt the sense of threat.

"What? Aren't you gonna ask yourself where you are, make a quip or something? You know how this works when you're tied up in a chair. I mean, you were acting all that mouthy a moment ago, and look at you now." The shadow said with a voice Tristan heard before, as he was now standing in front of him.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before? How can you expect me to say anything if I can't see your bloody face?" Tristan responded in dry humor. There was a click of the tongue from the shadow and his arm reached to the ceiling. A flash of light caught Tristan off guard, shutting his eyes close when he got dazzled for a moment. "Aahh! At least give me a bloody warning!"

"There, is that better now?"

After blinking his eyes a few times, Tristan looked back forward and he saw the same face of the big-horned imp who tried to ambush him back at the alley. "Oh, it's you. On second thought, you'd look better with the lights off."

Blitzø looked slightly miffed at the human's remark. He dragged a chair to him and sat on it backwards. "Let's cut to the bullshit, you're buried in a big pile of shit just like us, all thanks to your stupid knife puncturing through the fucking grimoire. You know, I could've torn you limb from limb when I had the chance, and we wouldn't have this conversation right now." He seethed venomously, pointing his sharp finger to Tristan's face.

"So you've been watching over me while I was unconscious instead? I'll be honest, I didn't take you for a creep." Tristan replied, wearing a fake grossed out look.

"Oh, trust me, I can be worse than that if you want." Blitzø smirked as he pinched Tristan's cheek, making the young hunter grimace as he pulled himself away. Though his smile didn't last long as he stood off the chair. "But consider yourself lucky because you have a fan who likes to have a word with you."

"Really? That's funny, I never met a demon who would ask me for my autograph." Tristan snorted, though he was slightly surprised to learn there's someone who apparently was the one who told Blitzø to keep him alive. Couldn't be the one who put the price on his head, because what's the point of having a conversation with the person you want them dead to begin with?

"I would be careful who I'm talking to if I were you. That guy is... how you say... a reliable investor to our company, but he's a bigger deal than you can imagine. But for me, I couldn't care less what he wants from you. I'll just be waiting until he finally gives me the green light to dispatch you." Blitzø turned around and headed towards the door, only to stop before he turned back to the human. "Oh and I almost forgot."