Hellaverse Eroguro Week

ALT vincent stands in the silence, looking crushed. he twists his shirt in his fist, scrubbing beneath his glasses at one of his eyes, muttering '...fuck...'. he grabs the armchair from by the fire and begins to drag it with a screech. there's a closeup on his hand with a basket of sewing supplies. he leaves the cabin with a bucket in hand, alastor in the foreground with his legs propped up on the armchair. the sewing basket, some liquot and some glasses have been left beside him.

ALT outside, vincent pumps water into the bucket. he pours a generous amount of salt into it, then stands by the fire, watching as the bucket boils. there is a closeup of his hands, one with a zippo lighter and the other passing a needle through the flame. there is a closeup of a basket, some cloth being cut into strips and falling into it. there is a closeup of the liquor being poured over his hand. vincent looks down at alastor, his expression soft and reassuring, saying 'all set, al. you'll be as good as new in no time'. the following shot is of him glaring toward something. the final panel is of his hand, the threaded needle held up so the radio can see it. he says, 'you can trust ME.'

ALT a black and white comic about alastor and vincent from hazbin hotel. this page shows alastor straddling a body with multiple stab wounds in it but seems to have his own wound with his intestines protruding. in the foreground, you can see a pair of defensive hands up, one holding a knife. as alastor stares down at his guts in shock, vincent, unaware, excitedly yells 'he never saw it coming, right al?!' and then, a bit concerned, he repeats '...right? ...al...?' alastor mutters 'ha ha ha... fuck' and slumps forward. vincent approaches him from behind, reaching out toward him, saying '...al?' the final panel shows alastor looking back over his shoulder, the dead man still beneath him bleeding from the mouth, still grilling the knife. alastor mutters, 'things... ...have gone quite awry...'

ALT vincent hoists alastor up by his armpits, yelling 'OH FUCK' as alastor yells 'you son of a BITCH!', the rest of the panel filled with the work 'no' repeated over and over. vincent drags alastor back from the body, yelling 'back up, al!' to which alastor shoots back, 'he's fucking dead NOW, vincent!' there is a closeup on alastor's mouth and he says 'and so am i'. closeup of vincent's eyes, wide with shock. vincent holds alastor up, looking off-panel, saying 'we'll get you help, al...' alastor shoots back 'so i can go to prison?! so i can hang?!' there's a shot of the murder cabin, with vincent saying 'i'll... i'll do it myself' alastor, beginning to sweat, replies '...so our last date can end just like our first...?'

ALT the page opens with a black room, light spilling in from the doorway, vincent's silhouette in the door, carrying alastor bridal-style. he says, 'you'll be okay, when you stitched me up last time, i was okay, right? we laugh about it now!' there's a closeup of alastor's face, eyes half-lidded, sweat on his brow. vincent asks, 'the kit is still where you kept it before, right?' there's a shot of the room, sigil on the floor, altar set up with the microphone and radio. vincent holds alastor, saying angrily, 'it would be a great time for your 'friends' to finally visit us, al, after all you've done for them'. he lays alastor down in the middle of the pentagram. there's a closeup of alastor's face, glasses having fallen off. he is unconscious. vincent addresses the radio, saying 'hey! are you listening?'

ALT vincent stands with his arms out, yelling, 'do you need me to drag that goddamned dead motherfucker in here for you?! some goddamn equivalent exchange?!' there is a closeup on him, hand to his chest, and he says, 'what about ME?! HUH?!' there is a closeup on the radio, vincent yelling 'I should be MORE than good enough, right?!'