The Hazbin Hotel's Lethal Protector

No such things as heros

A flash of light brightens the vision of a soon to be sinner in Hell. In the first point of view of a newborn baby boy looks up to one of the only two things in his vision, his lovingly smiling blonde haired mother. She holds him in her arms, gently caressing her fingers over his head in an adoring and motherly love.

The baby boy is focused more on his mother, but he can see a disinterested looking brown haired man standing behind her. He is the newborns father.

Living is a long experience.

A flash of light blinds the babies eyes, now dimming to show four years later. The boy now grown into a preschooler is reaching his hands up to his father, trying to get his attention. His father is sitting at his desk with his back turned to his son as the grown man is more focused on his laptop.

The boy grips in his father's pant leg and tugs the piece of clothing, but all he gets is being pushed away. He looks up to see his father still looking at his laptop, and his face shows he is mildly irritated. The boy, however, doesn't see it as a sign to stop, so he keeps looking up at him as he grips his pant leg again and tugs on it to get his attention again.

He finally gets his father to look down at him, his teeth clenching and his eyebrows furrowed. Without hesitant, the father raises and winds back his left hand and swings it directly at the boy.

And yet.

Another flash of light blinds the boy's eyes just as he gets slapped, dimming to show seven years later. He is curled up in a ball with his vision obscured by having his face in his knees. Eventually, he raises his head, looking around his large bedroom that is littered with numerous expensive toys, a big flat screen TV with a Playbox 3 installed, and a nearly queen sized bed.

All bought and given to him by his father.

He gets up out from the bean bag chair he was sitting in, that his father also bought him, he walks over to his bed as he clears his path by sweeping away all the toys on the floor with his feet. He gets up and crawls over his bed and over to his pillows, reaching from under the pillow that is laid in the far corner of the bed, and pulls his hand back out now having a small sock monkey plush in his gentle and careful grasp.

One of the few toys his mother bought for him.

Once you near the edge of death.

Another flash of light blinds the boy's eyes, dimming to show five years later. He is hiding and looking around a corner, watching his parents in the middle of a heated argument. He notices that his mother has two large luggages by her side.

During the midst of his parents arguing, he sees that his father is growing more and more until he finally lets it all out.

By slapping his mother's cheek and sending her to hit the floor.

Your story.

Another flash of light blinds the boy's preteens eyes, dimming to show mear moments after his father slapped his mother. His vision was blurry at first, but after blinking several times, he can clearly see that he straddled over the torso of his father.

His shaking hands balled up into fists, knuckles slightly bruised, and coated in crimson red blood. His father's face is almost unrecognizable as it is now busted, swollen, and bruised. Eyes bloodshotted. Blood trailing and leaking out through his mouth, nose, and staining the beige colored carpet floor. And he's no longer breathing.