Conflict is resolved

In the morning, Blitz woke up in no less rumpled condition than after a gang fight. It was difficult for him to tear his eyes open, but nevertheless he had to get up, after all, he had a working day. The events of that day and the moments of the meeting with Fizzarolli were replaying in his head: from bad to great. Although after thinking over the whole situation, he did not notice the bad moments of the meeting with Fizz that day, even if he said nasty things to him in person and hinted with all his appearance that he was not happy about this meeting and trolling by the jester. The imp's thoughts were interrupted by a hellhound entering his room, standing near his bed. — Are you going to lie around for a long time, moron? You have a job, actually. — Good morning, Loonie! I'll get up now, dear! — Blitz pulled a wide smile on his face, although in his heart he was still anxious. Loona looked at him skeptically, sensing something was wrong, but still decided to omit this moment, only defiantly rolling her eyes, heading for the exit from the Blitz room. — Hurry up, Blitz, don't piss me off! — The hellhound said, slamming the door hard behind her. The fake smile on the imp's face instantly disappeared. He rubbed his eyes with a heavy sigh, but finally got out of bed. The imp approached the mirror he had once broken in a fit of rage, looking at himself with hatred, and then covered it with a dark cloth, just not to see his reflection, which was disgusting to him. — What a disgusting, pathetic imp you are… — Blitz said irritably, looking at the photos on which his face was smeared, whoever he was with in these photos, and, slightly staggering due to drowsiness, left the room. He slept very restlessly that night

In the office of I.M.P:

Blitz noisily entered the office with an absolutely inspired look and showing that he was absolutely ready to work, although it was not fucking true. But he wasn't going to show it to others. The first thing he noticed was Millie and Moxxie cuddling and cuddling together. At this moment, he suddenly felt irritated, and the tail abruptly wobbled to the sides, sometimes clicking in the air. Due to the sharp clicking of the boss's tail, the couple in love drew attention to the Blitz. — Good morning, B! — Millie waved affably to her boss, smiling cheerfully, continuing to sit on her husband's lap. Moxxie was sitting and smiling happily, stroking Millie's hair, but noticing Blitz's irritated look, he realized that something was wrong. — Sir, is something wrong with you? Moxxie asked anxiously, having stopped stroking his wife, paying attention to the boss. Blitz continued to wag his tail discontentedly, occasionally flicking it in the air, but calmed down, exhaling relaxed. — No, no, nothing, it's fine. I was just looking for an excuse to troll you up, Moxx, but I didn't find it. And now, I'm going to my office to deal with the clients that I have accumulated up to the very asshole. Do not interfere! — Blitz walked to his office, and then turned his attention to Loona's workplace, frowning slightly, — And where is Loonie? She should be in the workplace by now! — I'M FUCKING HERE! CAN'T I TAKE A SHIT?! — From somewhere far away, the irritated Loona shouted, - This smelly salad with avocado turned out to be spoiled! I just wanted to get out of a state of intoxication! — I hope she's not doing it in a flower pot… — Moxxie said softly, hoping that the irritated hellhound wouldn't hear him. — Oops, got it! My fault! Sorry, Loonie! — Blitz instantly retreated to his office, a second before an irritated disheveled hound entered the room, looking for a target in order to blow off his steam on her. Millie and Moxxie managed to hide under the sofa. — I don't understand, Blitz gave her an injection for rabies … — Milly said quietly, trying not to let Loona hear these whispers. — It seems so, but it seems that the injection does not work right away, since the Loona is still running mad. — Hey! — Blitz came out of the office after hearing a conversation about his adopted daughter, — By the way, this fucking injection is given to us once every five years! And yes, it doesn't work right away! — RUN! — Loona rushed at Blitz, falling into his office with him. — SATAN'S ASS! FUCK! — Blitz managed to shout out before the hellhound rushed at him. — SIR! — Moxxie and Millie ran into the office after her to calm the enraged Loona.

In the house of Asmodeus:

Fizzarolli woke up in the morning not in the best mood, despite the incredible sex with Asmodeus last night. Each time was like the first for him, just incredible and fantastic, because both had enough imagination for a variety of sexual affairs. This time Ozzy woke up before him, although Fizz was always an early bird. The awakened king of Lust noticed that Fizzarolli was worried about something and, coming with him to the kitchen, decided to ask what was bothering his little Fizzy-frog. — Fizzy, my dear, what's bothering you? You're even later than I woke up, honey… — Ozzy asked anxiously, preparing breakfast for himself and Fizz. The jester just waved his hand, saying that nothing bothered him. — Yes, so… the mood is not very, Oz. It happens. Nothing, I think it will get better during the day. Especially tonight I have a performance at Mammon's. — That's how. And you don't even want burgers for breakfast, huh? — I don't want something… — Fizzarolli sat down at the table, leaning his head on his hand and looked into the large panoramic window of the kitchen, from where they could see the whole city in which they lived. — Fizzarolli, you're scaring me. You've never given up on burgers. You literally persuade me every morning to cook them for you. Baby, what happened to you? You've been kidnapped. After that abduction, you're not yourself, even though you suggested that we have fun. And this night was one of the most passionate, considering your new fetishes. But, still, I see something is bothering you. By the way, you still haven't told me the details of this abduction. And it came as a surprise to me that you suggested that I give Stolas a crystal for that little imp that you kind of hate. Or… — That's right, Ozzy. The fact is that… — Fizzarolli hesitated a little, not knowing whether it was worth telling Asmodeus about reconciliation with Blitz, whom he seemed to hate so fiercely and Ozzy saw it with his own eyes, and then suddenly everything changed dramatically in one day. — Fizzy, — Asmodeus cooked breakfast, put the plates on the table and sat down next to the jester, gently taking his prosthetic hand in his, stroking, — You can tell me everything, froggy. Are you afraid of something? Did they scare you? Did something happen to you then? — No, no, Ozzy… it's not that. It's about that imp. Well, we sort of settled our long-standing conflict. Probably… — Probably? — Ozzie arched an incomprehensible eyebrow, looking at Fizzarolli. The two ghostly heads on either side of the main one had a similar facial expression, — So is the conflict settled or not? — Yes, Ozzy. I don't hate that imp anymore. After all, he was the one who helped me get home alive. — Oh, then now I understand why you said he deserved that crystal. But, Fizzy, you do understand that the payment for the crystal must still be made by Stolas? If he still wants that crystal. I'm sorry, but this is such a super-powerful artifact, similar in importance to his grimoire. Even if Stolas and I were best friends, then such a thing cannot be given as a gift, even if I wanted to. — Wait… And how much money does the prince need to pay? — Oh, Fizzy, the payback here is not money. Definitely not with money. I'm the king of Lust. We'll have to sleep together one night for Stolas to get the crystal. I know that you won't mind, frog, because we have a free relationship, even though we are a couple, plus we live in a Ring of Lust. It's customary here. So the concept of "treason" will not be considered here. I don't get mad when you please others in front of me at Ozzy's. Anyway, lust is lust. It won't ruin our relationship in any way. — That's right, Ozzy. You're right… — Fizzarolli thought abruptly about something. And his first thought was the memory of how Blitz offered to kiss on top of some iron structure after the rescue. It was still weird. — So, for your sake, I will contact Stolas and invite him to my place while you perform at Mammon's. But this time I'll find you an escort! — Oh, I know who's going to escort me, Ozzy. So you don't have to worry about that. I'm definitely going to be careful this time. — Yeah, I've already heard that, Fizz, — Ozzy looked skeptically at the little imp, crossing his arms over his chest, — Someone already promised that he wouldn't get into trouble, as a result, he was kidnapped by the damn mafia of some fucking imp who fancied himself as someone who could threaten higher demons! To the King of Lust himself! Bastard! I would have trampled him on the spot if I had only caught sight of him! — Asmodeus' mane began to flare up with a hellish flame, as well as the feathers on his tail. Fizz realized that it was urgent to calm Ozzy down before he started a fire, although this fire would not harm either him or Fizz, but expensive designer furniture would suffer. The jester used hugs and affection, calming the frustrated king of Lust. And it worked pretty quickly. Ozzy calmed down, gently hugging Fizzarolli, caressing him in return, and then both merged in a passionate kiss, deciding to have sex right in the kitchen.

in the Office of I.M.P:

Blitz was sitting in his office, holding a hot-water bottle with ice on his bruised head, occasionally shushing in pain, while he was sorting out the documentation, noting the completed orders and upcoming ones in it. Loona came into the office, holding a cup of coffee in her hands, and then put it on Blitz's desk, looking at him a little guiltily. — Sorry, Blitz, you know, it's not my fault. This fucking injection still hasn't worked, so… — Although Loona didn't like to apologize to anyone and admit her mistakes, but still she decided to apologize to her foster father, feeling guilty in front of him for her breakdown on him, but Blitz interrupted her, pretending that everything was fine. Although in fact his head hurt a lot, since the whole breakdown of the Loona fell on her. It's amazing how the horns haven't broken yet, after her attacks on the imp. And in his heart he was offended that the hellhound had done this to him, but he understood that she had not done it on purpose, it was the fact that she was enraged by the usual question that provoked the remnants of rage inside her, despite the rabies injection she had received last time. — I know, Loonie, it's okay. I'm used to it, — Blitz said this with complete indifference in his voice, continuing to deal with the documentation. Loona was a little surprised, but after that she silently left his office, returning to her workplace. Meanwhile, Blitz, going through the documents, came across old announcements about circus performances. A lot of memories of the past immediately popped up in his head. The imp glanced at the posters hanging on the wall, left as a keepsake. One of them depicted "incredible imp-twins", that is, he and Barbie Wire. His soul became even heavier. Blitz remembered how his sister had told him to his face the last time they met that she never wanted to see him again. And if he managed to establish relations with Fizzarolli, then it's not a fact that he will be able to establish them with his own sister. And it was morally killing him from the inside. After all, he was inseparable, what with Fizzarolli, what with Barbie. But Tilla was always closest to him. Cash despised his family, especially Blitz. The past haunted the imp and literally choked him every day. And despite the fact that the conflict with his best friend was settled, it made it easier for only a small fraction of a percent of the total shit in his life. Blitz began to sink into himself again and quite deeply. His eyes darkened, the tip of his tail twitched nervously, as did the crest on his back. The space around him seemed to be narrowing. It seems that something like a panic attack happened to the imp, but from deep thoughts he was pulled out by the ringing of his phone, because of which Blitz jumped out of his seat like a cat scared of a cucumber and even hissed, but after coming to his senses he still returned to his place, picking up the phone and answering the call. — I.M.P Company, who do you need to kill? Speak faster, I have a lot of clients, — Blitz included an important and business boss, but all this disappeared in a moment when he heard a painfully familiar voice. — Hi, Blitz. I know you probably didn't expect me to call you, did you? It was Fizzarolli. The one Blitz has been thinking about all this time. — Fizz…? — Blitz was confused at first, really not expecting to hear his best friend again so soon, — Glad to hear you, buddy, what happened? Do you have an order to kill someone… there? — No, Blitz. The fact is that today I will have a performance at Mammon's. I wanted to invite you. To remember the old days, — Fizz said with a grin, nervously clicking the keychain on his phone. But why was he so nervous? Blitz didn't know what to say. On the one hand, he had a fucking cloud of customers he owed, but on the other hand, he wanted to go and meet Fizz again. It would seem that even the mood of the imp lifted a little, and the tip of the tail wagged slightly — I'm in, Fizz! — Wow, I didn't expect you to agree so quickly, — Fizz was really surprised, knowing what his friend was doing. — Fuck these customers! I remember how cool it was at Mammon's then! We had a great time together. — Yeah! I remember how you puked further than I saw, you got drunk up like the last time in your life! — Pfft! You'd think you were so sober that day, you buffoon. Well, when do you have a performance? — Tonight, in the circle of Greed. But the thing is, I'm going there right now, but Ozzy insists that I have an escort. Yes, I know you're not a bodyguard, except for that incident with Stolas. — Fuck it, I'm on my way, Fizz. I'll take a day off, after all, I'm the boss here, bitches. And I'll harness Millie and Moxxie to work. After all, this team is doing well without me. So wait me, Fizz! — Blitz happily smashed another phone, after which he looked at the wreckage with annoyance, — Satan's balls, when will I finish breaking these fucking phones?! — With a heavy sigh, Blitz took another phone out of his pocket, checking it for integrity, — Damn, I don't have so many left. Okay, I hope at least I won't break the main phone, there's too much important information there, — Blitz hastily put the phone in his pocket, and then jumped off his seat, leaving the office, heading to the I.M.P. meeting room, calling Moxxie with Millie and Loona on the way there. — So, colleagues, today I have a special task that I have to complete today. So, Millie, Moxxie, here's a list of who our company owes orders to, so start fulfilling, — Blitz strutted around the blackboard, on which he liked to draw various action plans or write something in his style. Or draw horses. — Okay, Blitz! — said Millie, rejoicing at the fact that she would work in tandem with her husband, she adored it. — Sir, what kind of task do you have? — Moxxie asked, sensing a catch. — None of your damn business, Moxxie. Now get to work! — Should I go with them, Blitz? — Loona asked, looking up from the phone. — Er… well… — Blitz involuntarily frowned, twitching the tip of his tail nervously, crossing his arms over his chest, — I don't know… — Don't forget that I have a human disguise. Which means it will be easier for these two to do the job, won't it? — Grr! Okay, fine… — Blitz answered reluctantly. He did not like to expose his adopted daughter to dangers. He was worried about her, despite the fact that she is able to fight and tear enemies apart.

In the house of Asmodeus:

Blitz arrived at Ozzy's mansion in order to escort Fizzarolli to the Greed Ring and accompany him all the way. The imp almost got lost in such a huge building, but still managed to find Ozzy's office, where he retired with Fizzarolli. The jester instantly recoiled from his lover out of habit, jumping off the chest of a large feathered demon as soon as the office door opened and a imp stood in the doorway, watching them. Blitz only followed this picture skeptically, seeing that Fizz didn't even bother to dress properly. He was still in his pajamas. — Fizzarolli, I have a question… — Asmodeus began to speak, when suddenly Blitz interrupted him. — Yeah, yeah, I'm the imp who will accompany this royal jester all the way, — Blitz casually threw, turning on his grumpy character Fizz looked at him with displeasure, crossing his arms over his chest, but Blitz looked at him the same way, — And maybe you'll get dressed, and not get flaunt in pajamas? Or is this your dress code for the performance? — Fuck you, Blitz, with such quibbles! I'm going to change now, don't be a bore! — Fizz retired to the next room to change there. Ozzie was looking at Blitz with an unfriendly look. — Well, Blitzo… — GRRR!!! FUCKING SATAN! — Blitz could only swear. Fizzarolli's hysterical laughter was heard from the next room when he heard that Blitz was called incorrectly — Very funny, Fizz! Don't die laughing! — Oh, yeah. "O" is silent now, isn't it? — Asmodeus wasn't going to be particularly nice to Blitz. He didn't particularly like the fact that a former enemy had become a guard for his froggy. Especially with such a vile character and behavior. — That's right, so remember that, chicken ass! — And why does Stolas like you… — What? What are you… — Never mind Ozzy didn't like how he had just been insulted by some nasty little imp, but he understood that for the sake of Fizzarolli it was worth putting up with the behavior of this asshole. He sat motionless in his seat, but mentally he was incredibly annoyed. Blitz was grinning cheekily, not wanting to leave the supreme demon alone, even if he gets a cunts for it, and tried to come up with some kind of barb in his address as soon as possible. — You and Fizz have settled in pretty well. And what a picture… wow! — Do you like it? Me too. It's not for nothing that it hangs in my office. A big beautiful picture. Just look at how handsome Fizzy turned out here, not to mention me. The artist did his best. This painting was worth the money. — Yes, it's true … — Blitz involuntarily stared at the picture, especially at the sexy Fizzarolli depicted on it, lying on the chest of the king of Lust. Asmodeus immediately drew attention to this. — Mmm, that's the way you look at him. Curious ~ — Ozzy said teasingly, seeing a spark of passion in the imp's eyes. After all, the king of Lust is the king of Lust — Do you really have a desire for passion and lust, Blitzo? ~ Blitz was noticeably confused when he heard such a question from Asmodeus, but still pulled himself together, turning on his sarcasm to the fullest. — Yeah, I was just thinking about buying a hundred vibrators from you ~ For personal purposes, naturally. — Really? Doesn't it seem to me that you're hiding something, little imp? Mmm? — It seems to you, another bird's ass in my life. I swear by the Satan's balls, if you don't fuck off now with your sugary speeches of a lustful chicken, then I… — What are you going to do, Blitzo? I can see how weak you really are. Hiding your true identity behind a mask of aggression and sarcasm. I'm a very good judge of feelings, believe me. And you certainly have something to hide, don't you? Asmodeus read Blitz like an open book. And he was absolutely right. The imp fell silent, not wanting to have anymore contact with the lustful cock, as he put it earlier. Soon Fizzarolli appeared in the doorway, and then jumped on Asmodeus, wrapping all his limbs around him, kissing and hugging. Blitz only winced in disgust, turning away from them. — I'll wait outside… — said Blitz and left Asmodeus' office. Fizz only looked blankly in the direction of the departed imp, and then glanced at his "big daddy". — Ozzy, I hope you didn't have a fight while I was gone? Blitz has a rather complicated character and… no, no, I'm not justifying him, I'm just warning him that he can be a real asshole. Don't be mad at him, Daddy~ Ozzy only smiled gently, stroking the Fizzarolli lying on his chest, slightly jingling the bells on his clown hat. Fizzaroli luxuriated with him for a while longer, and then jumped to the floor, heading for the exit from the office. — Don't be bored, Oz! See you! - Fizzarolli said finally, waving goodbye, and then left his office and began to look for Blitz, who, it seems, got lost, deciding to be curious. Looking into one of the rooms, he found a imp standing in the middle of the workshop, which was full of various interesting paraphernalia and tools. Coming a little closer, the jester noticed concern and a certain fear in Blitz's eyes. — Fizz, what is all this? —The imp asked in a slightly trembling voice, looking around the workshop. — This is the workshop where Ozzy and I sometimes spend time. For example, when it comes time to change my cybernetic limbs. They also wear out over time. — So you really are a cyborg imp? — Well, sort of. My body is partially robotic. If you want, I can show you what it looks like. Blitz wasn't sure if he needed to see Fizzarolli's real condition. But he was interested to find out, since he had such an opportunity. — Okay… Fizzarolli himself was a little unsure of his offer, but for that matter, it was necessary to do it to the end. First of all, he slowly pulled off his clown hat, exposing his head, showing small stumps from the former huge horns. The bigger the horns, the cooler the imp was, No matter how much horns were of great importance to imps and to lose them was considered a disgrace and humiliation. Blitz looked with horror at these fragments on his friend's head, mentally hating himself even more than before. But Fizz's face expressed absolute calm, which cannot be said about Blitz, whose tail twitched nervously, and the crest on his back trembled slightly. — Relax, Blitz. I know what you're thinking right now. Horns are of great importance to imps. And even if I don't have them anymore, it doesn't stop me from living on. Okay, stop looking at these stumps, — Fizz pulled his hat back on his head, and then pulled off his outer clothes, unbuttoning the clownish yellow collar, showing what had happened to his body. Almost all of the skin was covered with white spots-scars and only a little red natural skin showed through. As Blitz managed to notice, only the only whole place untouched by fire remained on the back of Fizz's head. He also noticed a small heart mark on his neck. But after a second, the terrible realization came to him that Fizzarolli's white face was not makeup. — Fizz, and your face… It's not makeup, is it? — No. With such a snow-white face, I don't even need makeup. — It turns out that only your nose was not injured on your face? And I thought it was… — Blitz awkwardly rubbed his elbow, sighing heavily. — Well, that clown nose, in fact, saved my real one. Now on the whole white face there is such a small red mark. Look at this: Here cybernetic hands are attached. Ozzy had to perform a complicated operation on me so that my body could accept foreign material, but as you can see, the operation was successful! And you know, I'm quite comfortable with these hands. I can stretch my limbs any way I want and for a long enough distance. Soon Ozzy will make them stretch all the way to another city! — Wow… do you really like all this? — Blitz was still not sure that Fizz was living so easily and happily now. Something kept him from even realizing that Fizzarolli had really forgiven him. — Of course I like it! Look at this! — Fizz defiantly stretched out his hand, releasing her from the room, meanwhile she was heading towards the kitchen, having stolen a donut from the table, which belonged to Ozzy. Last. And he returned his hand back to the workshop, showing Blitz the stolen donut, — Don't tell Ozzy about it, — the jester instantly ate this donut. Blitz stood in a stupor, trying to digest what he had just seen. — Uh… Convenient, — was all Blitz could say, looking awkwardly at Fizz. — Yes, and I can also do this! — Fizz wrapped his arms around Blitz, lifting him to the ceiling, — By the way, while you're up there, fix the tiles on the ceiling. I just noticed that she was lying crookedly. Blitz built a poker face, as he did not particularly like this behavior of a friend. He hung in cybernetic hands like a rag, limbs hanging down. And only the tail he used, thereby correcting the very tile on the ceiling, leveling it. Fizzarolli lowered his friend to the floor, grinning awkwardly. — I'm sorry. I couldn't help but take advantage of this moment~ — Yeah, well, which one of us is the fucking clown here? — How dare you! — Fizz was ready to pounce on him to teach him a lesson. — Okay, Fizz, let's go already. Enough childishness to arrange, — Blitz abruptly became serious, which alerted Fizz. — And you used to like to fool around… — the jester said with a slight sadness and a note of resentment, remembering the past. — Pfft… It's been so long, Fizz. We were been little imps, — Blitz tuned in to a serious mood. — Okay, it's your turn to show your scars, Blitz. — What? There's nothing special… — Blitz didn't really want to show his scars, which reminded him of that very day. He didn't even like to look at himself in the mirror. — Come on, Blitzo! I showed you my scars, so deign to show yours. — Fine… — Blitz didn't even mad out this time when Fizz said "o" at the end. He just silently began to take off his raincoat, and then all the rest of his outerwear, left with a bare torso and a choker with a skull on his neck, in front of Fizzarolli. The jester began to examine the body of the imp, which in some places was covered with white spots-scars. Both hands and the right side of the face with the neck suffered the most in that accident. There were also spots on the tail, — Have you seen enough? — Yeah, you got a hard time then, too… — Yeah, and now let's get back to business? — And why do you have so much seriousness? Relax for once. Seriously, you used to fool around more. — Maybe it was. Earlier, — Blitz dressed quickly, coming out with Fizz, already dressed back, from Asmodeus' workshop, heading for the big elevator, — And besides, with my life and work, you can't fool around much here. Sometimes it's just an opportunity. After all, my main task is to protect you during your performance, — Blitz took out a pistol from his bosom, checking it. Fizzarolli put his hand on his friend's shoulder. — Blitz, I don't think there's any danger waiting for me at Mammon's next performance. You're too serious. — Fizz, shouldn't I, as an killer, know that any of you could be hunted? Especially those who are a famous demon in hell, — Blitz involuntarily frowned, realizing that Fizz could really be in danger again. But since he will be with him, the jester will be guaranteed to be safe. In the end, Blitz turned out to be a good bodyguard for Stolas in Loo-Loo Land back then. Fizz himself only sighed heavily, seeing how stubborn and serious Blitz was. He wanted to see his friend at least once real, laughing and sincere, as before, but he found only a few moments during the second meeting in fifteen years. These were priceless moments when both he and Blitz could be themselves, and not the fake sarcastic bastards they had shown themselves to be before. As they descended in the huge elevator, Fizzarolli had a flashback to that very second meeting with Blitz in detail. It would seem that the meeting was not particularly successful, plus a fight broke out between them on the street, but the fight did not even look serious. The two didn't even try to kill each other or cause any harm. They even strangled each other not seriously, although it seemed quite different to the passers-by gathered around them and they chanted under the fight of two imps on the street. Then the very moment when Blitz shouted out that he cared about what happened to Fizz and for the first time he saw tears in his eyes. Tears of pain, fear, despair and utter hopelessness. Considering that the jester himself had a softer character in contrast to Blitz, it could be expected that he would shed tears, but not Blitz. But he saw how sincere he was at that moment. And vulnerable enough that he could have been killed in front of Fizzarolli. He revealed to Fizz what was bothering him. Rather, they both spoke out. They talked. And settled this long-standing conflict. But then Fizzarolli's thoughts began to go in a completely different direction, while he recalled the interactions with Blitz in that warehouse. He remembered how they had deftly synchronized while Fizz was holding a mafia shooting Blitz in his hands, directing him in the right directions, while talking to him and dodging enemies. But the most interesting moment for him was how, during a distracting song, he slightly circled Blitz in a small dance, and then bent down, holding him firmly while with his free hand he reached under his clothes to pull out the keys with a keychain in the form of a horse. Blitz himself was relaxed in Fizz's hands at that moment and looked at him with a completely new look. The look of a fool in love. But everything broke down when Fizz pulled those keys out of his pocket, dropping the imp on the floor. After all, Blitz needed to get to his goal while the jester distracted the mafia with his song. But Fizzarolli remembered Blitz's look at him. It was impossible to confuse this look with anything else. — Fizz, are you going to be in the clouds for a long time? We're already on the first floor, — Blitz pulled Fizzarolli out of his thoughts, poking him in the shoulder. — Eh? Oh, yes, I was just thinking… — About what? About your cockerel? — The imp grinned, wagging his tail, pleased with his joke on a friend, but for this he received a light slap on the back of the head, — Ouch! Actually, you have iron hands and it hurts to get a slap on the head from you! I already got a lot from the Loona today, have pity on my head! — You're a humorist, Blitz! — Fizzarolli rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, — Choose your expressions, asshole, and you won't get cunt! — Fuuuuuck yooooou, — Blitz jokingly stretched out, showing him the middle finger on both hands, leaving the building with his back and sticking out his forked tongue, and there on the street he managed to stumble over a small stone, falling back to the ground. Karma caught up with the moment. — You're a jerk, Blitzo. Life doesn't teach you anything, does it? — Fizzarolli just rolled his eyes, following the imp out of the building, — After all, you haven't changed much since those times, - The jester grinned, deftly lifting the fallen Blitz with one hand, without making much effort. — Okay, okay. Where to next? Is there a faster way to the Greed Ring? — Blitz abruptly changed the topic of conversation by getting down to business. — Of course there is. A whole limo given to me by Ozzy. With a personal driver. We will arrive at the place quickly.

Mammon's:

The two imps were in a large, beautiful building. The whole design was of various green tones, matching the color of the Greed Ring. In the dressing room, Fizzarolli cleaned himself up and chose a suit suitable for the performance, while Blitz sat leaning back in a chair, with his feet on the table and his hands behind his head, watching the actions of his friend. — Hey! Get your feet off the table now! Where are your manners, Blitz? — Fizz snorted, rummaging through the paraphernalia for the performance, checking if everything was in place. — Come on, I have clean shoes, what do you want from me? Since when does hell have to have any manners at all? — Because this is my desk and my dressing room, asshole! Don't be impudent! — Oh, what a fucking sissy you are, — Blitz rolled his eyes irritably, but still kicked his feet off the table to the floor, noisily tapping the floor with the heels of his boots. At the same time, his tail was waving slightly discontentedly, — Satan's ass, Fizz, you'll have a performance at night, and you're already fussing here like a woman in her dressing room! — Hey! By the way, it has always been so. For the performance, you need to check if all the attributes are in place, if you haven't forgotten! — Were you too lazy to check all this before? You should be in a circle of Laziness, not Greed, Fizz. — Fuck you, — Fizz from afar stretched out his hand to the imp's face, showing the middle finger, while he himself was at a sufficiently far distance, continuing to check the attributes. After all, Fizz's dressing room was quite large. — Likewise, jester, — Blitz pushed his friend's cybernetic hand away from his face, watching him further. Meanwhile, Fizzarolli, rummaging through the paraphernalia, found the very magic wands that he and Blitz liked to play with as a child.

A memory from childhood:

There were two hours left before the performance. The little imps were rummaging through the paraphernalia, checking if everything was in place. — So, Blitzo. Everything seems to be in place, — Fizz said with confidence in his voice, and then turned to his fooling friend, giggling when he fell off the ball without keeping his balance. Such falls are not new to the young imp, — Are you all right? — Yeah! I'm no stranger to landing with my face on the floor. With this, many viewers at least laugh. — Including me, — Fizz said with a certain pride, slightly puffing out his chest. Blitz just rolled his eyes, puffing out his cheeks slightly offensively, and then his gaze fell on the magic wands lying in the box. The young imp came up with an idea and he grinned slyly, glancing at his friend. He took these two sticks, throwing one to Fizzarolli, which he deftly caught, as if he was ready for it, — Hey, what are you throwing? — Defend yourself! — Blitz attacked Fizzarolli, and the battle began on magic wands, as if on swords. Fizz was confused at first, but then he got into the taste, continuing to fight with his best friend, running with him throughout the tent, soon jumping out into an empty arena. The two little imps continued to play with each other, despite the fact that they were already in the arena. None of them wanted to give up. Blitz jumped on a low circus pedestal, continuing to fight with Fizz on sticks, until he eventually knocked the stick out of his hands, which caused the imp to almost fall. Blitz was a little confused at that moment, but he didn't want to give up either. — Give up, Blitzo, I won! You're disarmed! — Fizzarolli put a magic wand to the imp's chest as a sign of victory over him, — Your last words? — Never! — Blitz rushed at Fizz and both imps rolled head over heels from the arena back to the backstage, making a real fuss on the floor, laughing merrily. In this struggling lump there was a Blitz from above, then a Fizz. None of them were going to give up so easily. Blitz tried to take the wand away from Fizz so that justice would prevail, because his stick was knocked out of his hands and it was not fair for him that Fizz had his "weapon" left. The two imps were messing around on the floor, pinching and tickling each other. — Give up, Blitzo, I won anyway! Fizz said, laughing merrily, tickling the imp lying on the floor under him. — No way! — Blitz said through laughter, attacking his friend in response, tumbling with him on the floor, which caused the box with attributes to be touched and dumped on the floor. But soon the merry romp was interrupted by an irritated Cash Buckzo who entered the tent, noticing Blitz and Fizz laughing and struggling on the floor. And also paying attention to the attributes scattered by them, while they were fighting with each other, accidentally knocking over the box in which all this was lying. — What are you two doing here?! — The old imp barked angrily, because of which the little imps had to interrupt their chant and pay attention to the circus owner who entered, who is the father of the Blitz, — I think I asked you to check the attributes, and not to scatter them! Collect it all now! I expected this from Blitzo, but not from you, Fizzarolli! Sometimes it seems to me that my son is a bad influence on you! — Sorry, Dad… — the little Blitz said guiltily, getting up from the floor and folding his hands in front of him in a guilty gesture, — It's my fault, I started it all… — I know! You're always making trouble, Blitzo! And now, both of you collect what you scattered! — Cash retreated from the tent, leaving the little imps alone. Fizzarolli looked at his frustrated friend. Blitz was very upset by his father's words — Blitzo, are you okay? Fizz asked worriedly, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. He just sighed, suppressing the urge to cry. — I'm fine, Fizz. I'm used to hearing this from my father, — The little imp wiped his slightly watery eyes with his hand. — Dude, sometimes it seems to me that your father hates you, — Fizzarolli frowned slightly, looking in the direction where the owner of the circus had gone, — It seems to me that he is doing you wrong. — No, no! It's not like that! — Blitz began to justify the vile behavior of his father, although deep inside he understood that Fizzarolli was right, but the young imp did not want to think so, — Probably. He's just very strict, yes. But that's part of parenting, isn't it? — I don't know, Blitzo. But your father constantly humiliates you. Are fathers supposed to behave like this? — Probably? I don't know. But you know what, Fizz? It was fun, despite the fact that we were scolded! — Blitz was still able to find the good in this situation, encouraging both himself and Fizzarolli. He smiled, agreeing with the imp, and both began to collect the scattered paraphernalia.

The end of the memory.

Fizzarolli held two magic wands in his hands, remembering his childhood. There was still enough time before the performance. The jester smiled slightly, deciding to try to pull off the same prank from childhood and threw one stick in the direction of the Blitz He was sitting relaxed in a chair with his eyes closed, but the reflex worked perfectly and he caught the wand thrown to him with his tail. — What was that just now, Fizz? — Blitz looked skeptically at his friend, opening one eye and raising an eyebrow questioningly, — If this was a reflex test, then it's just perfect for me. I'm not bragging. — Oh, yeah? Then you know what's going to happen now, Blitzo? — Fizz asked with a slight smirk, turning to the relaxed imp sitting on the chair, who calmly closed his eyes. — Maybe… — Blitz sat quietly for a few seconds with his eyes closed, holding a wand in his tail. Fizz abruptly stretched out his hand with a stick in his direction as a sign of attack, but the imp's reflex worked perfectly and he jumped off the chair, tumbling to the side on the floor and grouped, looking closely at the jester. — Impressive, Blitz, — Fizz grinned, returning his hand to its previous position, watching him as carefully, — Your reflexes are perfectly preserved. — Of course they have, Fizz, I'm still a killer. What kind of card are you playing this time, jester? — Blitz asked, squinting slightly, expecting some kind of meanness from Fizz. After all, he is no stranger to meanness from others. He carefully got up from the floor, without taking his eyes off the jester, concentrating intently, and he threw the wand from the tail into his hand, holding it ready for protection. Fizzarolli also silently watched him, timing the moment for an attack. He understood that Blitz would not be so easily deceived, given who he is now. — You've gotten too slick, haven't you, Blitz? — Of course, asshole! And if you try to distract me, you won't succeed. Suck my dick, bitch! Ha! — Oh, well, that's if you let me~ — What?! — Blitz was confused, not expecting such a verbal attack from Fizz. The jester took advantage of the moment and attacked the imp, hitting his stick on his stick. Still, Blitz concentrated, starting to repel the attacks of Fizzarolli, but for the most part he was still a little confused, and therefore he defended rather than attacked, but at the same time he was looking for the right moment to attack. — You're so confused, Blitso. Didn't you expect that I also know how to attack when I need to? — Fizz grinned, continuing to attack his friend, gradually driving him into a corner of the dressing room and eventually knocked the stick out of his hands. — Ah! You bitch, Fizz! — Blitz rubbed his injured hand with displeasure, and then pressed himself into the corner of the dressing room when Fizz put his wand to his chest, tapping slightly teasingly on the skull-bell on his choker. — Well, Blitz? Giving up? — The jester smiled proudly, holding his wand to the imp's chest, proud that he had defeated him in such an easy fight — Pfft, only in your wet dreams, fucking jester! I don't give up, even on the verge of death! Get it! — Blitz grabbed a flower lying on the shelf, sprinkling with water, pointing it at Fizzarolli's face, splashing lightly on him. He made a disgruntled face, and then hit the top of the imp's head with his wand, — Ouch… it should have worked. — But it didn't work, Blitz. Admit defeat, you proud ass! — Nope. Kiss my ass, piece of iron! — Oh, yeah? — Yes! — Blitz abruptly knocked the stick out of Fizz's hands with his tail, and then rushed at him, knocking him to the floor. And again they were tumbling on the floor, as in childhood, when they were little imps, fighting with each other. The advantage in physical strength this time turned out to be on the side of Blitz, who sat on top of the jester, pinning his limbs to the floor, and held his tail with his tail — Well, who's the winner now, huh? — Impressive, Blitz. Bravo, — Fizz just chuckled sarcastically, looking at him skeptically, — But do you seriously think you won? — Of course, is it not visible? — Blitz frowned a little, being dissatisfied with the fact that his victory was not recognized. — I would argue with that. The battle is not over, asshole, because you forgot something ~ - Fizz calmly stretched out his hands, despite the fact that Blitz was holding them, but it was useless for the imp, because the hands are cybernetic and it made no sense to hold them. As a result, the jester's clawed hands turned out to be right behind the imp sitting on top of him, — You forgot how far my hands stretch ~ — Oh shit! — Blitz shouted, jumping off the jester, but he did not have time to escape far, as the cybernetic limbs instantly overtook him and began to hold him tightly, wrapping around his body and pinned him to the floor, while Fizz calmly stood up, pulling the imp bound by his own hands to him, holding him still on the floor. Blitz desperately tried to escape, not wanting to admit defeat, but the attempts were in vain. — Last chance, Blitz. Either admit defeat, or I'll break you right here and now. — Don't you dare, asshole! You'll act like the meanest bitch in all hell if you do that! — Blitz got nervous, realizing what was going on. The jester towered over him, sneering meanly, noticing in his eyes a slight fright at the realization of what could happen to him. Then came the angry laughter of Fizzarolli, scaring the imp pinned to the floor —But seriously, Fizz, this is childish, I swear by Satan. Stop it. — No way! This moment is priceless! — Laughing maliciously, the jester clung with clawed iron hands to the body of the imp, use his fingers to tickling him, but he tried to restrain the laugh —Pfft… nice try, bitch! But it didn't work, so suck it! — Blitz held quite steadfastly on his sarcasm, not allowing the jester to defeat himself, but the resistance quickly began to give up its positions and break down to hell, because Fizz was not going to weaken his attack, knowing that the imp would "break" in a few seconds. — You can't hide behind your fucking sarcasm forever, Blitzo! I'm sure of it. In the end, the jester turned out to be right about his friend, who "broke down" from his merciless attack and had nothing else left for him but to burst out laughing all over the dressing room, while not stopping trying to break out of the grip — Fuck, Fizz, that's not fair! Stop it! — Blitz pleaded through laughter, hoping that Fizzarolli would stop his torture, — Have mercy, you fucking tickling monster! Stop! I give up! — Wow, this is the first time I've heard you beg for mercy, Blitzo ~ — The jester teasingly said, releasing his friend from his grip, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at him proudly, — Thank Satan, you haven't changed much since those times. — Grr… — Blitz only growled irritably, pretending to be offended, turning away from Fizzarolli, crossing his arms over his chest, tapping his tail on the floor, — This is not the first time, bitch! Don't lie! — Oh, you even admitted it yourself, wow. — Shut up, you buffoon… — Come on, why are you offended? You can't always win, Blitz — Actually… It doesn't matter, — The Imp waved his hand, and then got up from the floor, brushing himself off from the dust. His tail was wagging slightly, but he didn't pay attention to it, continuing to pretend to be an offended child in front of a buffoon. At first, Fizz was mentally indignant at seeing his friend's external discontent, but after paying attention to his tail, he calmed down, realizing that Blitz had not changed much over the years. And that his discontent was feigned. The wagging tail showed that this imp was happy. Fizzarolli smiled, seeing that his friend had not changed since those times. — But no matter what, you had fun, didn't you? Fizzarolli asked innocently, smiling, cocking his head to one side, thereby jingling the bells on his hat. Blitz turned his head in his direction, slightly squinting his eyes, allegedly offended, but still rolled his eyes, grinning and elbowing him in the side slightly. — Okay, okay, I get what you're getting at, asshole. You're right. It was really quite fun, — Blitz still admitted the obvious fact, but he was immediately enveloped in horror as soon as he looked at the half-open door of the dressing room. A painfully familiar shadow in a cowboy outfit and with horns curved like a Striker's appeared in the corridor. — Blitz? — Fizzarolli didn't understand what could scare his friend so much. He carefully put his hand on his shoulder, when suddenly he was knocked down by a imp on the floor. Blitz, sitting on top of Fizzarolli abruptly pulled out a pistol from his bosom, pointing towards the corridor, quietly growling irritably, discontentedly wagging his tail. The crest on his back trembled slightly. — Be quiet, Fizz. He's here… — Blitz said in a quiet, but very low, deep voice, holding the gun at the ready. — Who? — Fizzarolli really didn't understand what had come over his friend when he suddenly heard footsteps near the dressing room. Judging by the sound, someone was approaching the room where the two imps were. Blitz hissed threateningly, slightly sticking out his tongue like a snake, his pupils narrowed like a cat's, the crest on his back was twitching furiously, the tail was doing incomprehensible patterns in the air, the imp was so nervous, feeling a threat to Fizzarolli. As soon as an unknown entered the room, Blitz immediately aimed at the uninvited guest, firing, but Fizz pulled his arm and the bullet flew two centimeters from the most ordinary imp who entered the dressing room, who was simply dressed in a cowboy costume for the performance. He was a colleague for Fizzarolli. — What the fuck?! — The imp looked fearfully at the bullet from the pistol stuck in the wall, then turned his dumbfounded gaze towards Fizz and Blitz lying on the floor, — Fizz?! What kind of jokes are these?! — Sorry, dude! This is a mistake! — Fizz said with an awkward grin, getting up from the floor with Blitz, — It's just that this is my bodyguard and he's a little out of his mind today, so … it's better to you disappear from my dressing room right now. I'll come up to you later and answer your questions, okay? Bye! — Standing in his place, Fizzarolli stretched out his hand towards the stunned colleague, turned him face to the corridor and put him out the door, closing the dressing room from the inside. After standing for a few seconds in complete silence, Fizz abruptly grabbed Blitz by the collar of his suit, shaking slightly at the same time, — Are you completely confused, Blitz?! What the fuck was that just now?! — Fizz! I thought it was… — Blitz began to justify himself, but the jester interrupted him. — I told you! There is no danger here! Why don't you and Ozzy believe me? Just because of the case when I fell into the clutches of the mafia, I no longer have confidence?! It's not fair! — Fizz, listen. It was suspiciously similar to Striker. — Who the fuck?! — Striker. The one who was involved in your abduction and the one who almost killed you in front of my eyes. And someone who can kill anyone. Absolutely anyone who gets in his way. He tried to kill Moxxie with Millie, he tried to kill Stolas and he tried to kill you — He almost killed you, too, Blitz. It was lucky that he missed then. — Fizz, I'm not crazy! I clearly see his shadow… It was very much like him. Either he is hunting you again, or Mammon, since he is another higher demon. And he is able to kill higher demons, he has a sacred weapon for this. I saw it all with my own eyes … — Blitz did not stop being nervous, rubbing his shoulders. The pupils were still constricted in horror, the tail was drawing incomprehensible patterns in the air, and the crest was shaking furiously. — You're too nervous. Relax and calm down your tail and crest already, Blitzo. — I'm trying, Fizz, I'm trying. I'm sorry about what happened. — Nothing, Blitz, — Fizzarolli sat his friend on a chair, starting to stretch his shoulders. The muscles were just stone, because of the stress experienced by the Blitz. But after a couple of minutes of massage, the imp gradually began to relax. His tail was no longer tense and now he just lay quietly on the floor, slightly wiggling the tip, the crest on his back calmed down and Blitz relaxed completely soon, leaning back in his chair, throwing his head back slightly — It looks like I really am a master of doing massage and Ozzy was right. — Mmm, — Blitz could only mumble, gradually turning into a puddle, getting high from a massage from his best friend. The tail wagged a little more actively. — Do you like it that much, Blitz? — Fizzarolli asked with a grin, practically whispering in the imp's ear, and then with one hand lightly ran seductively along his neck with the tips of his fingers. Blitz shuddered, turning sharply to Fizz, — What? What's wrong? — Fizz, what are you doing? — Blitz became alert, closely following the jester's actions. — Blitz, what's wrong with you? Why are you so afraid of intimacy with others? — I… — Blitz started to say, but abruptly shut up, remembering that he still had feelings for Fizzarolli, but he tried to suppress them as much as possible. Unfortunately for him, that same failed declaration of love for Fizz became associated with the accident that happened. He was afraid to let anyone near him, because he was afraid that it would harm those who are dear to him. He keeps Millie and Moxxie at a distance because he's afraid of hurting them. He keeps Stolas at a distance from himself, because he is also afraid of hurting him, but also does not understand that he really loves him. He's made up with Fizzarolli, but he's not going to lose him again. The rapprochement with him will again be associated with that tragedy. Blitz got up from his seat, moving away from Fizz. The jester did not understand his friend's behavior, but sincerely wanted to know what his keeping everyone at a distance from himself was. Fizzarolli began to approach the frightened imp closer, wanting to get the truth. — Blitz, why do you avoid intimacy with others? I've noticed for a long time that you keep everyone at a distance from you. Your team. Stolas. And even me… Why? — It's not about all of you, Fizz. It's all about me… — Blitz looked away. In the direction where he looked, there was a large wall mirror in which a full-length imp was displayed. Looking at his reflection, he was disgusted again and quickly moved away from that place, not wanting to see himself, but suppressing the desire to break someone else's mirror. Fizzarolli began to understand what was going on. — Is it that you hate yourself, Blitz? Am I right? — Exactly, Fizz. I really hate myself. I can't look at my ugly reflection. Every time I try to look at myself in the mirror, I feel only disgust. You're lucky that I suppressed the urge to smash him to hell. I've already done this at home… — Blitz looked at the relatively recent cuts on his hands. Not so long ago, he hit an already broken mirror in his room, cutting himself — I go to a psychologist, but even he thinks I'm disgusting. Every reception he has is torture for him, because sarcasm pours out of me automatically from all places as soon as he tries to contact me. And soon he will need a psychologist himself.

Memory. Appointment with a psychologist:

— So Mr. 'o' is silent now. Tell me, what do you see in this picture? — The psychologist decided to try out the Rorschach test on the Blitz, hoping for at least some success in treatment. — Dick, — Blitz casually threw, looking at the picture, — Well, really, it looks like a dick. The penis of the very demonic shark with whom I fucked as an experiment. By the way, this bastard fucked two of my employees at once. — Oh, Satan, give me strength… okay, This one? — Oh, it's a bloodstain. I got this on my suit just yesterday, when I was fulfilling the next order another client. I washed the exact same thing afterwards. — Mister, "O", I think you have a manic addiction to blood. — Yes, I have been normal to blood since childhood. I think it's cool and I'm not ashamed of it. Especially since I actually kill people. This is my job. — And this is what I need to work with… Okay, let's move on to the next picture. What do you see? — Two cocks. What the…. Ah, wait! — Blitz squinted, looking closely at the picture shown to him, — It seems… — Did you see something other than genitals and blood? Progress. And what do you see? — Fire… — Blitz shrank in his place, slightly twitching his tail. — A fire? I wonder if it has something to do with some tragedy in your life. — Ngh… This is a fire from the fiery passion after sex in bed! Ha! — The imp turned on all his damn sarcasm again, not wanting to reveal the topic of the fire even to a psychologist, — Well, what? By the way, I watched how my I.M.P. employees fucked, and by the way there was a similar fire in the bed! That's how hot their sex was. And what poses were there… the Kama Sutra is resting! Ha ha! — YOU'RE A HORNY, NASTY CRETIN! — Doc, come up with something new already, I hear it from you every time. — I can't think of anything else about you! — Pfft, you're a shitty psychologist then. — The reception is over! Get out!

The end of the memory:

Fizzarolli looked at Blitz with sympathy, and then hugged him, hugging him to himself. Blitz was very unaccustomed to this, but he still took it calmly. While he was hugging his best friend, he felt better. — Are you feeling better, Blitzo? — Fizz asked in a low voice, hugging the imp. He only nodded slightly, — Well, I'm glad you feel better. Now, will you help me with something? It's in the room next to us. — Okay, Fizz, — Blitz calmly agreed to the request for help, following a friend who left the dressing room and went into the next room, and after waiting for Blitz to enter, closed the door behind him…

To be continued…