Conflict is resolved

Meanwhile, Stolas came to Asmodeus again, but this time the King of Lust summoned him to himself. The prince walked down a long corridor, heading straight to Asmodeus' office and stopped right in front of the door, thinking about something, but then, throwing all thoughts aside, he knocked softly on the door. Ozzy came out to him, smiling affably. — And again in the same place, at the same hour, Stolas! Glad to see you, my feathered friend. But let me tell you, before we move on to our agreement, — Asmodeus put his hands on Stolas' shoulders, he stiffened slightly, but did not show it. —Yes, Asmodeus, I'm listening to you, — Stolas said softly, looking at the King of Lust. He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. — The fact is that I made an appointment for you today, but I forgot a little about the fact that I'm helping Fizzarolli with the performance today… He has a fire show and I insure him every time. But, I can offer you the following: So that I don't seem like some kind of asshole, I can just take you to Fizzy's performance in the Ring of Greed. Stolas's eyes widened instantly. The Greed Ring is one of the most dangerous places. The Owl Prince seriously thought about this proposal, weighing all the pros and cons, thinking about his safety. — I know what you're thinking, Stolas. I understand, because the Greed Ring is a pretty dangerous place, but still. You won't be alone, but with me. I'm not afraid of this place, so don't worry. Oh, yes, your imp accompanies my imp. I've heard he's good with firearms. — Oh, yes! Blitzy is a very good marksman! He was once my bodyguard in Loo Loo Land! — Stolas instantly perked up, enthusiastically praising his beloved imp. Ozzy only raised an eyebrow slightly, and then smiled mysteriously. — I understand that we are the royal nobility, loving to the little imps? Mmm? Isn't that right, Stolas? — Oh, yes... I just... — Stolas was instantly confused, remember something, - It doesn't matter… I'll go with you, Asmodeus. — Wonderful! By the way, you told me that you had feelings for him, right? — Asmodeus came out of his office, closing the door, and then led the Owl Prince after him, continuing to speak, — But as far as I understand it's not reciprocal, right? — It doesn't matter anymore, Asmodeus… I just want to help him so that he no longer depends on my grimoire, — Stolas sighed heavily, rubbing his elbow nervously. Ozzy frowned slightly, thinking about something. — I think I know the reason why he pushes you away from him ... one of them, that's right, — the King of Lust said thoughtfully, strutting along the corridor with Stolas, thinking how to tell him about his guess. — You know? And what is the reason for this? — Stolas looked at Asmodeus in perplexity, preparing for some kind of trick. — The fact is that, as far as I know, Fizzarolli and Blitzo are childhood friends. That is, they have known each other for a long time. — Fizzarolli... oh, I know. I remembered. This is his partner in the circus. I remember it from my childhood! They were close friends, right? — True, but then something happened that they quarreled and hated each other for many years. I still don't know the details, Fizz never dared to tell me. But, I know that they reconciled just a couple of days ago. During the incident when Fizzarolli was abducted with this imp. — What?! — Stolas stopped abruptly on the spot, looking at Asmodeus, — Blitz was also kidnapped along with Fizzarolli?! — That's right, Stolas… Fizz won't lie, I know for sure. — Wait, but then why didn't the mafia offer a ransom for the Blitz?! — Stolas was beginning to feel anger for the hidden abduction of Blitz. — Sorry, buddy, I don't know. They showed only Fizzy, but the Blitz was not visible there in the recording, — Asmodeus shrugged his shoulders, continuing to walk with him down the corridor. Stolas was absolutely furious. The red eyes shone brighter than usual, most of the feathers turned black with red illumination. Asmodeus tensed, realizing that Stolas was one of the powerful princes of Hell and that it was more expensive to anger him. — Stolas, don't be so nervous. — I'll tear these bastards apart if I see them. — Stolas, my little owl, you don't need to react like that. In the end, both Fizzarolli and Blitz are safe. And now we'll just go to them. Perhaps you will have the opportunity to talk to your imp, — Ozzy tried to calm the angry owl by slightly flexing his shoulders. Stolas exhaled in a relaxed manner, calming his true demonic state, and then looked at the King of Lust, nodding to him in gratitude. He smiled politely, and then left his mansion with him, getting into his personal limousine and they drove to the Ring of Greed.

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Blitz walked cautiously along the corridor of the building, holding his gun at the ready. The tension was even stronger than ever. The tip of the tail twitched nervously, he listened to strange sounds all the time and constantly it seemed to him that someone else was nearby. The imp looked back more and more often, making sure that there was no "tail" behind him. But suddenly something touched his shoulder, and he abruptly turned around, pointing the gun at the one who did it. — Hey, hey, hey! Let's not do this, OK? I still want to live, you know,— Of course it was Fizzarolli, who was looking for this silly guy, — What are you doing here? —Holy shit, Fizz!!! — Blitz abruptly put the gun aside, pulling his hands back, — You know that I could have fired! — You know that because of your tricks, I have new fetishes? ~ — What?! — What? — So… I mean, when I'm too serious and focused on self-defense and not only, I can fucking shoot. It doesn't matter if it was out of fear or not. It was dangerous, Fizz! — Blitz snorted irritably, tucking the gun into his bosom, and then crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. Fizz just shook his head. — Blitz, that's enough. There's no one here. —No, Fizz, stop being so frivolous! We are not alone! — Fuck, there are about five hundred demons in the building itself, you dumb! Of course we're not alone, genius! But there is no danger! — Tsk… Just don't sneak up on me from behind like that anymore, especially if I'm holding a fucking gun in my hands! — Blitz scolded Fizz in full, and then continued to walk carefully and look around. Fizzarolli rolled his eyes, but followed him. — And who do you want to find here, genius? — The jester gave him a skeptical look, thinking that he had too good an imagination. — Striker. This scum is definitely here, I can smell it! — Blitz growled softly, irritated at the mere mention of the enemy. The tail wobbled wildly to the sides. — And how do you even know each other? And how did you become enemies? Who is he anyway, to be precise? — In short, this is the one to whom I once wanted to offer a job at I.M.P., until I found out that this nit owns a sacred rifle and not only, hunts higher demons to kill them. So, he then attempted to kill Stolas, well, I came in time and a fight broke out between us. And... I screwed up safely… Because I was distracted by the Loona, which came "VERY FUCKING ON TIME"! Grrr! No, no, I don't blame her, it's not her fault, it's my fault. Moxxie could have shot this freak, but he couldn't physically, as always shitting himself, and I was stupidly distracted. Although, the gun was pointed at the right place, right in his damn head. But then he pushed me into the wall, taking advantage of the moment and ran away. Then after a while he tried to kill Stolas again by kidnapping him, but team M and M saved him, and I... I couldn't save him, because I was busy! — Yeah... so this ghoul is killing higher demons… That's the fuck! Ozzy is also a supreme demon! What if he attacks him?! And I'm not around! Oh shit! Oh shit! I'm not… Blitz noticed a friend's strong panic, and then approached him, thinking how to calm this panic. Not thinking of anything better, he just hugged the jester, patting him on the back. He didn't calm down right away, but it still helped. Fizz nuzzled Blitz's shoulder, sighing heavily. — I don't know how to calm you down, Fizz… Sorry. — And yet you helped. Thank you, Blitzo… — You're welcome… Numerous footsteps were heard. Fizz looked in the direction of the sound source, and Blitz immediately blocked him with himself, pointing the gun in the direction of the sound coming down the corridor. After a while, two black figures with glowing eyes appeared. One figure was large, the other smaller and thin. Blitz squinted, trying to see who was walking towards them, holding them at gunpoint. Fizz, on the other hand, jumped over Blitz, instantly flying up to the larger figure and wrapping his limbs around it. — Ozzy!!! — Fizzarolli shouted joyfully, hugging Asmodeus. Blitz stood in a stupor, still holding the gun in his hand, trying to realize that it really was Asmodeus. — My Fizzy-frog~ I missed you too! — Ozzy affectionately kissed the jester on the cheek, and then looked at Blitz standing in a stupor, grinning, — You can already put down your little gun, imp ~ — Hey! Don't forget that I can shoot! — Blitz irritably put the gun in his bosom, and then noticed that Stolas was next to Asmodeus. It was again strange for him, — Stolas, and what are you doing here? — Hello, Blitzy... — the Prince said a little nervously, rubbing the back of his head, not knowing what to say to him. Blitz frowned slightly, and then came closer to him, trying to look into the eyes that Stolas was closing from him. Using the agility of the imp, he climbed straight onto the top of Stolas' head and hung down from it, looking into his eyes. The Prince blushed slightly. — Blitz, what are you doing...? — Stolas did not understand the behavior of the imp and was at a loss. He just shrugged his shoulders, and then jumped off the high higher demon, shaking himself off. Stolas looked in the direction of Fizzarolli and Ozzy hugging and basking and whispering among themselves. They noticed that they were being watched and became quiet for a few seconds, and then both burst out laughing, leaving Blitz and Stolas perplexed. — And what made you both laugh so much? — Blitz asked, crossing his arms in displeasure, thinking that he was being mocked. — Oh, for no reason, Blitz, it's not above you, it's us among ourselves ~ — Fizzarolli smiled innocently, hugging the King of Lust by the neck. — By the way, lovebirds, do you want to coo among yourselves, mmm? ~ — Asmodeus said with a sly tone in his voice, slightly playing with his eyebrows. —No, — Blitz and Stolas answered in unison, and the first one looked at the Prince dumbfounded, not expecting to hear such a thing from him. Asmodeus and Fizzarolli also did not expect such a turn, awkwardly exchanging glances with each other. — We... don't have anything to talk about, and Blitzy doesn't want to talk, I can see that. — Er... — Blitz was confused. He felt very embarrassed and ashamed, but still he gathered himself, — Speak for yourself, feathered dick! — Sorry, Blitz. — Listen, what's wrong with you? You somehow… Have you changed or something? — Blitz nevertheless unwittingly started this conversation with Stolas. — I don't know what you're talking about, Blitzy. Everything is as usual, — the Owl Prince moved away from the demon, coming closer to Asmodeus. He was holding his littlejester in his arms, looking at Stolas, — So, Asmodeus, after the performance of Fizzarolli, our deal will still be in force? — Of course, Stolas, I promised, — the King of Lust replied. — Hey! — Blitz climbed on Stolas' head again, hanging slightly from him, — What kind of deal? What's the deal? — Oh, so Blitz doesn't know? — Ozzie looked at the little imp on the head of the owl demon, and then turned his gaze to Stolas. He nodded silently. — Hello? And what kind of ignore is that? Stolas, what the fuck are you up to? — Nothing, Blitzy. Then you'll find out,— Stolas gently took off Blitz, putting him on his feet and went somewhere at a brisk pace, — Asmodeus, I'll wait for you in your room. — Yes, all right, Stolas. The performance will start in half an hour, come! — HEY!!! Stand still, you lustful owl! — Blitz chased Stolas, catching up and overtaking him, standing in front of him, putting his hands out to the sides, — Where are you going so fast, damn it? Stolas just looked at him blankly, and then looked away. Blitz realized what was going on and he felt terribly embarrassed. — I understand… Stolas, well, I'm sorry… I just… I was... — Blitz got nervous, trying to find the right words in this situation, but Stolas still looked at him incomprehensibly. — What are you apologizing for, Blitzy? — The prince decided to squat down in front of the imp, looking at him. — How for what? For being a bastard and not bothering to visit you at least once while you were in… — Oh, Blitz ... — Stolas smiled slightly, looking at him, — I'm not angry at you at all. I've never been angry with you, you know. I just want you to be happy. I want to help you, not be an obstacle. — Wait, what? What are you talking about? — Now the imp looked at Stolas incomprehensibly, trying to understand what he was talking about. He just sighed heavily, getting up from his squats, stretching out to his full height. — Understand, Blitzy, the contract that I want to implement with Asmodeus will help you a lot. I really want to do this for you. — And what kind of contract is that? — I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. You'll find out later. And I hope then, it will become easier for you with your work. — Okay...? — Blitz still didn't understand what had come over Stolas and why he had changed so much. The prince went forward again, bypassing the demon, and went straight to the room that Asmodeus had told him to go to earlier. Meanwhile, Fizzaroli was behind Blitz again, patting him on the shoulder. —Still, it looks like Stolas has feelings for you, my friend, — the jester said, continuing to pat Blitz on the shoulder.o pat Blitz on the shoulder. He just squinted at him, making a disgruntled face and crossed his arms over his chest, snorting. —Pfft... no. I do not know what kind of deal he has, but he cannot talk about it. Like it's forbidden or something? — Hmm ... — Fizzarolli thought about whether to tell Blitz the truth about the crystal, or it's better to keep silent. On the one hand, he did not want to spoil such a surprise from Stolas, but on the other hand, it would mean that the Prince's feelings for the imp were gone and there would be no chance at all. — Forget it, Fizz. I don't think it's something… Super important… —Well, actually... — Fizz started to say, but stopped when he saw Blitz's gaze on him, which expressed curiosity, confusion and a little anxiety, — What he's doing is really important. Not everyone will dare to do this, believe me. — I don't understand. Does it have something to do with his abstruse book? — Exactly, Blitzo. — Does he want to give it to me or something...? Forever? — Yeah, right now, don't dream. No, Blitz, there's a completely different deal. Blitz thought about something, and then waved his hand, resigned. — Okay, let's see what this royal bastard has in mind. Fizzarolli frowned slightly, shaking his head. — Blitz, maybe enough? Why are you pushing him away? Because you're still in love with me? — The jester slightly narrowed his eyes, looking at the imp. He shuddered slightly at this phrase. Blitz was about to answer when he suddenly noticed Asmodeus standing behind Fizzarolli, and his frozen in place. The pupils narrowed in horror, realizing that the King of Lust had heard what the imp was so afraid of. Fizz looked at him blankly, and then turned to Ozzy, smiling at him. He smiled back, too. — Well, now everything is more or less clear to me. So I was right. I'm not against your kisses, — Asmodeus just shrugged his shoulders, and then looked at Blitz, — And this does not mean at all that you need to close your feelings from Stolas, considering what you had with him. The full moon is coming, I know about your deal. But will you come to him on this full moon? — The King of Lust entered into this conversation, only once again convinced of his guesses about a small evil imp who hides himself behind a mask of sarcasm and aggression. — Of course I'll come, pfft ... — Blitz waved his hand, perfectly understanding about his deal, but after he realized what he had been told before the phrase about the full moon, — Wait, what?! — Blitz stared at the King of Lust dumbfounded, and then looked at Fizzarolli, — Wait, from where… Fizz?! I'll kill you right now, you brute! What did you tell him about me?! — I didn't tell him anything, he guessed it himself! — Fizz immediately began to wave his hands, because it wasn't his fault that Asmodeus knew everything. Well, he wasn't partly to blame for these whispers with the King of Lust, in fact, the jester could often mention some funny and shameful things from the life of Blitz in a conversation with Ozzy, while he wasn't aware of it. Blitz narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and then looked at Asmodeus, showing him the middle finger, to which he only grinned, reading this imp like an open book. — You can do it all you want, imp. And, you know, I'm still hoping to hear about past of you two. And while we don't have any performance, let us go to my office with you, — Asmodeus deftly picked up the imps with one hand. Fizz was only happy about this, while Blitz unwittingly tried to bite the King of Lust by the hand, but for that, this bite would be practically invisible or ... it doesn't matter. — I can walk myself, you fucking Godzilla! — Blitz hissed viciously, like a cat, and lightly kicked the King of Lust to places where he could reach, mostly getting his hands on him. Fizzarolli was dissatisfied with his friend's behavior, and looked at him accusingly. — Blitz! — Fizz shouted at the imp again, hitting him on the top of the head. Blitz got slightly angry, involuntarily growling at him, rubbing his head with his hands. Fizzarolli wasn't going to put up with it either and growled louder at him, slightly looming over him. The growling of the two imps lasted for several seconds, and then both hissed at each other, slightly sticking out their forked tongues, behaving like cats before a fight, wagging their tails in displeasure, and then began to fight slightly, slapping each other with their hands, and kicking their legs slightly while sitting in the hands of the supreme demon. It came to bites and Blitz was the first to do it, biting Fizz in the neck, but it was almost imperceptible for the jester, since she was protected by a buffoon's collar. Fizz did not leave this matter unpunished and in response bit Blitz in the neck with his equally sharp teeth, which is why he managed to make a vulgar groan. Asmodeus built a poker face, watching them as he walked to his office. — What the fuck?! — Fizz stared at Blitz in disbelief, holding him in his limbs. — Aaaah~ Harder, Fizzy~ — Blitz said teasingly, grinning cheekily. — Are you fucking serious?! At such a moment?! — Fizz was incredibly outraged by this insolence on the part of his friend, even though he had seen such tricks before. — Yes, bitch! — Blitz managed to get on top of him, slightly pushing him off himself, — And now suck the dick, slut ~ — GRRR!!! GOT IT! — Fizz took over him again and the two imps clung to each other again, biting and fighting among themselves. Asmodeus is tired of this fight between two imps. — Come on, hush, kittens! Don't hiss, don't bite, and don't fight, both of you! — Asmodeus barked. Fizz instantly quieted down, and Blitz snorted irritably, crossing his arms over his chest, slightly pouting like a child, continuing to sit in the hands of the supreme demon with Fizz. What can I say, both imps sat like guilty children. Soon Asmodeus came to his office, where Stolas was, flipping through his grimoire. The prince noticed the newcomers, turning his gaze on them. Ozzie went to his big chair, putting the besyat on the floor, and he sat down, importantly crossing his legs. — Well, little imps, you can tell Stolas and me about your past. Fizzarolli and Blitz awkwardly exchanged glances with each other, simultaneously rubbing their elbows, and then turned their gazes to the feathered nobility, feeling even more awkward. Stolas silently waited for the imps to tell about their past in silence, perhaps from this information it will become clearer to him why the Blitz is the way it is. — Fizzy, you know you can trust me. But since you're both here, why don't you both just pour out your cum… Oh, that is… — WHAT?!— Blitz shuddered from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. Fizz laughed, realizing that Ozzy had gone in the wrong direction of the conversation. Stolas slowly lowered his gaze into his grimoire, feeling very uncomfortable covering his face with it. Asmodeus chuckled slightly, and then innocently shrugged his shoulders. — Sorry, I'm the King of Lust, I can't help myself. So, I wanted to say that you have the opportunity to pour out your soul to us. Fizzarolli, if you want, you can start first. — Uff ... here to start and cum ... — the jester sighed heavily, — In all fucking senses… — Again you have a cum jokes, jester... — Blitz rolled his eyes, poking him lightly in the shoulder. He shoved his in the shoulder in response. — Look, don't cum from them, Blitzo ~ — Fizz grinned, slightly grinning at Blitz. He squinted, waiting for a sneak from him, lightly tapping his tail on the floor. — Guys, we digress from the topic, — Ozzie interrupted the imps' future squabble by tapping lightly with his claws on the desk in the office where he was sitting, drawing their attention to himself. Nevertheless, having decided to reveal the past, the imps took turns telling about their past. Sometimes they chattered in one voice, sometimes shouting at each other for some moments, sometimes laughing, sometimes turning away from each other in embarrassment, blushing, but at the end of the story both burst into tears, clinging to each other. Stolas now understood absolutely the whole situation, as did Asmodeus, analyzing all the behavior of his little jester. Now he understood why Fizz could cry at night and wake up in a bad mood. — Fizzy, why didn't you tell me before? — Asmodeus sighed heavily, calming his Fizzy-frog, gently stroking and hugging him while he sobbed. Stolas saw Blitz cry for the first time. Naturally, he pressed his imp to him, gently stroking him until he was unable to resist it. In the end, the imp realized that even though he burst into tears for the first time in front of two royal demons, he didn't care anymore. Emotions just took over him. — Blitzy, I had no idea you had such a difficult past. Now it became clear to me why the "O" is now silent at the end of your name... Poor little imps ... How much you both have suffered, — Stolas gently stroked Blitz so as not to scare him off. — But Fizzarolli didn't tell me exactly how he lost his horns and limbs… He didn't say that it happened because of... — Asmodeus shifted his gaze to the a rolled up ball on Stolas' chest, and then sighed, — Considering that they have been friends since childhood, I don't blame him. But after fifteen years of misunderstanding each other, I myself became sadness. I didn't even know the reason why Fizz hated Blitz so much. As it turned out, because of the usual misunderstanding... — The King of Lust realized everything that had happened in the past of his imp and now he was not so wary of the Blitz, understanding his side too, — And because you two were pitted against each other… — We've lost a fucking fifteen years… We were apart from each other, experiencing only hatred and aggression ... — Fizzarolli spoke through tears, not restraining his emotions and heartache, clinging to Asmodeus. Blitz huddled silently to Stolas, it was more important for him now to calm down as soon as possible — And this after everything that had happened between us… — This fucking accident… I lost everything in it that was dear to me. My own sister, who now hates me and won't even listen to me. Fizzarolli… And Mom... — Blitz clenched his teeth, as if in pain, slightly digging his claws into Stolas' chest out of frustration, — And out of all this, at least I regained Fizzarolli's trust. At least his… At that time, he was the only thing I had left. But they also took him away from me for fifteen years, telling me that he did not want to know me and did not want to see me ever again… — And I didn't say that! He was not allowed near me, as it turned out! We were really pitted fool! And I think it was Blitz's dad. A vile, selfish imp who only cares about fucking money in life! He hated Blitz from the moment he was born! What can I say, he didn't like his daughter either, not to mention his own wife! He didn't care even when she died! — But, in fact, it's still my fault. I myself destroyed everything that was dear to me. I will never be able to forgive myself for this in my life and forever I will only hide behind a mask of sarcasm and aggression in front of others… And pushing others away from me so as not to hurt them... that's why I'm such an asshole, Stolas. And I... wasn't a cute imp when I was a kid, you know… With you… — No, no, Blitzy, you still remain a cute little imp for me ~ — Stolas could not restrain himself, he squeezed the imp's cheek, but he gave him a disapproving look, so the Prince had to stop, removing his hand, awkwardly grinning, — Sorry, Blitzy — Tsk… I still have a hard time trusting others, Stolas...— said Blitz, crossing his arms over his chest, — And considering that imps are the lowest class among demons, usually the royal nobility either despises them for the most part or uses them in their own favor. — And that's what he told me while we were in the cage, Oz, — Fizz grinned sprawled on the chest of the King of Lust, purring slightly and wagging his tail, receiving affection from him. — Fizz, cover your mouth there! Maybe I have now revealed myself to two higher demons, this does not mean that I will immediately begin to trust them both! — Blitz was still annoyed by the fact that he had burst into tears in front of Asmodeus and Stolas. — Oh, so that's your problem, imp? You think in stereotypes and this prevents you from living a full life, my friend, — Asmodeus said, stroking Fizz, — That's what, silly, stop closing yourself in and realize that not all the royal demons are the bastards you can only look for. — He can't stand Mammon, — Fizz said again, lightly fingering Ozzie's mane. — And here I agree with him, I also dislike this proud Christmas ball on legs! — Asmodeus slightly clenched one hand into a fist, banging on the table. Blitz looked up at him, whistling slightly in surprise. — Wow! For the first time I agree with the supreme demon! Respect, Asmodeus, — the imp cheered up a little, having learned that his opinion coincided with the opinion of the King of Lust. — This walking dumpling used to flirt with my Fizzy and it annoys me wildly. I can let Fizz have sex with whoever he wants, but not with those I don't like! — Now I have fully respected you, lustful cock, — Blitz smiled contentedly, wagging his tail. — Likewise, imp. You're not such a bastard, as it turned out, — Ozzie grinned, stroking his jester. Fizz made a poker face, seeing how these two vilified his employer, while Stolas knew nothing about Mammon in terms of personal details. Stolas and Fizz just looked at each other awkwardly, and then both shrugged their shoulders. The jester jumped to the floor from the chest of his "Big Daddy". Blitz also got tired of sitting on the Prince's chest and he also jumped to the floor, being next to Fizzarolli, exchanging glances with him involuntarily. — So, Blitzo, so you're still in love with Fizzarolli, aren't you? — Asmodeus again continued the conversation about a couple of imps. The two looked at each other awkwardly, and then innocently shuffled their feet on the floor, — And all the more so with you it's mutual, am I right? — I'm sorry, Oz, it's all the feelings of the past and ... — Fizzarolli was very embarrassed to talk about this to his partner. But he was absolutely calm. — Fizzy, do I mind! I told you already, fuck and love whoever you want, we're from the Ring of Lust, dear. We do not have the concept of "treason". To be honest, I'm even for your passions. — So, it's kind of normal for you that we kissed in the secret room? — Blitz raised an eyebrow questioningly, looking at Asmodeus, while Fizz became even more uncomfortable and he slapped tail on him back, — Ouch!!! What the fuck, Fizz?! Hold on to your fetishes, asshole! There's nothing to whip me here, I haven't agreed to your BDSM games yet, you know! — Blitz rubbed his back with displeasure, grumbling to himself. Fizz just chuckled proudly. Stolas watched it all in silence. — No one will ask you ... — Fizz said mysteriously, to which Blitz threw an indignant look at him. — It feels like we're teenagers again and you're hitting on me then being drunk, Fizz, — Blitz grinned, remembering the past. — What the fuck are you talking about? It was you who approached me drunk! — If it comes to that, we were both drunk and both molested each other. Touche, Fizzarolli ~ — Proudly grinned Blitz, to which Fizz quietly growled with displeasure, knowing that it was true. — Okay, Blitzo, what about you and Stolas? — Asmodeus again continued this topic of Blitz relations. The imp froze, and then looked awkwardly at Stolas. He just looked away. — Um... well... — Blitz began to speak awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, — Everything is more complicated here… No, well, it's not that I don't like Stolas, it's just… I guess it's just hard for me to start a relationship because of my past. And I'm not sure of any reciprocity at all. And Stolas is very lustful and it scares. Of course, I'm not an angel either, you know, but even such an excited state scares me. — Sorry, Blitz, I didn't think you were so scared of my excitement... — Stolas felt awkward, because he began to remember all his strange and sometimes scary phrases while he was in a very excited state even on a regular phone call. Fizzarolli stared at Stolas in silence, lost in thought. — And what kind of super excited state is this? — Fizz asked, curious. — IT DOESN'T MATTER! — Stolas and Blitz said in one voice, and then looked at each other, awkwardly averting their gazes. — Pfft, you two haven't seen my super excited state, — the jester smiled mysteriously, glancing at Stolas, and then at Blitz, slightly grinning. — Okay, Fizz, I'm afraid of you now... — Blitz said jokingly, but it was noticeable that he was nervous — The phrase "Hold my beer" will do here, — Asmodeus coughed loudly, hinting that he is the King of Lust here and he certainly knows what a super excited state is and what it looks like, — All this excitement of yours is still such flowers, believe me, the King of Lust. All three looked at each other, and then laughed awkwardly, remembering the days of their excitement. — And as the King of Lust, I can describe the state of each of you, my dear~ — Asmodeus said slyly, slightly tilting his head to the side, — Let's start with you, Fizzy ~ — Is it possible not to, Oz...? — Fizzarolli blushed embarrassedly, fiddling with the bells on his hat. Blitz was grinning cheekily, nudging him slightly in the side. Stolas chuckled softly, making soft bird sounds, slowly getting used to the whole situation. — You have to, frog. So, when Fizzy is in a super excited state, he is ready to fuck anyone, anywhere, and he wants to be fucked as soon as possible. One fine day, while I was away from home, and Fizz had a day off, he fucked all my servants from the very damn morning. So much for super excitement. Fizzarolli covered his eyes with the ends of his jester hat. Blitz openly laughed, imagining this picture. Stolas was trying to figure out how long it took Fizz to fuck all the servants of Asmodeus, given that there are a considerable number of them. — Okay, Fizz, now you definitely get the well-deserved titles: "Suck" and "Fucker"! — Blitz still couldn't calm down, laughing hysterically while Stolas was doing rough calculations on paper. — So, I guess, considering that Asmodeus has about five hundred servants for one huge mansion, for example, and Fizzarolli's excited state began in the morning, then as a result he could fuck all the servants in about... twenty whole and eight tenths of an hour. But we don't know the speed, so my calculations may be wrong. — Stolas, are you really fucking bored? — Blitz asked, making a poker face, and then looked at Fizz, suppressing a laugh, - Sucker ~ — Grrr... — Fizz growled softly, being very confused. Asmodeus suppressed a laugh himself, and then glanced at Blitz. — Okay, little imp, did you think you'd get away with it? — Uh... fuck! — Blitz abruptly realized that since the King of Lust knows about the lustful things of many demons, he can also voice fetishes, — Listen, let's not ...? There are just some things that are not worth telling… — Seriously, Blitz?! — Fizzarolli stretched out to him, narrowing his eyes, — And I understood what you were talking about… — Fizz, hush! I'm fucking ashamed of this! Let's not make it public after all… — Oz, he's turned on horses. Still. — I know that too, considering that one day it flew to me ... — Asmodeus took out a photo from the table where Blitz and Fizz in horse costumes are kissing. — FUCK! — Blitz and Fizz shouted at the same time, clutching their heads. — Where did you get this, you fucking cock?! — Blitz jumped onto Asmodeus' desk, wanting to take the photo out of his hand. But he did not allow it, grinning impudently. — Are you so ashamed of it, Blitz? Even Fizz isn't that embarrassed about it. — Well... not so much, but confused...— said Fizz, blushing more and more. Blitz didn't know where to put himself out of shame. His gaze fell on Stolas, who was sitting silently, trying to digest the photo he had seen. The imp himself did not come up with anything better than just hiding behind the sofa, leaving only his tail not hidden. Fizz just rolled his eyes, trying to calm himself mentally after what he saw. Stolas still sat in silence, sometimes looking at Asmodeus. The awkward silence was interrupted by Mammon entering the office of the King of Lust. — Wow, everyone's here today. And even Prince Stolas himself, — the Prince of Greed grinned, and then looked at Asmodeus, —So, we have force majeure. The performance will have to be postponed a little for technical reasons. There's some kind of technical danger with the stage and therefore the show will start a little later. Fizzy, you are the main entertainment for the audience at such moments. I need your help, help me out. Your favorite personal podium is attached to the stage, so you need to entertain the audience until the stage is repaired. — All right, Mammon, it will be done! — Fizz quickly left the office. Meanwhile, Blitz got out from behind the sofa and followed Fizzarolli, deciding to reinsure him. The jester himself went to his personal podium, picked up a microphone and began to tell jokes. — Talk about relationships: Do you want me to turn your life into a living hell?! No, sorry, I'm not ready for a relationship yet! — Fizz deftly joked off various jokes, entertaining the audience so that they would not disperse while waiting for the concert to begin. Blitz, meanwhile, was watching Fizzarolli from somewhere in the ceiling, sitting on an iron structure, holding a gun at the ready, peering at every suspicious demon among the audience. — Exorcism on the contrary is when you are expelled from hell, because you got everyone there too! Ha! Each of us has such an INFURIATING friend, doesn't he? — Fizz grinned, performing another joke, — And I'm no exception! I also have such a friend. Because both in hell and in the world of people he can mad everyone! Blitz, hearing this, slightly rolled his eyes, grinning, realizing who the hint was. Meanwhile, a black figure made its way to him, shining yellow eyes while he was not looking and abruptly pushed him, throwing him down from a decent height. Blitz instantly smacked into the repairing stage, breaking through the floor and falling under it. Fizz turned around abruptly, and then he quickly got to the hole in the floor of the stage and looking there, he noticed Blitz. — Ladies and gentlemen, please do not disperse anywhere! We have small but solvable problems! — Fizz understood that he would not be listened to, but between his best friend and work, he would choose a friend. And so he went straight down into this hole. It was semi-dark there, and therefore Fizz's eyes began to glow immediately. He found himself next to the lifeless body of Blitz and he immediately began to worry. He tried to bring him back to consciousness as quickly as possible by shaking him slightly. — Blitzo, come on, wake up! How did you get there in the first place? — Fizz continued to shake him desperately, when he suddenly noticed a large transverse crack on one of his horns, dividing him in half, — The fuck… The jester began to carefully lift the lifeless body of his friend, trying not to harm him even more, and then got out of this hole with him, quickly leaving the stage behind the scenes, running along the corridor, looking around. Blitz, meanwhile, woke up, looking listlessly at Fizzarolli, carrying him somewhere. — Fizz? What happened...? — Blitz was trying to figure out what was going on around him. Fizz looked at him anxiously, glancing briefly at the large crack on his horn. — You literally fell from the ceiling, I do not know what you were doing there ... — Fizz replied, and then went with him to his dressing room, laying him on the sofa. Blitz frowned slightly, not wanting to lie down and tried to sit up, but Fizz, using an extensible limb, threw him back on the sofa, but carefully. — Fizz, what are you doing? Why should I lie down? I'm fine! — Blitz protested the restriction of his own movements. — Be quiet! Don't move… Otherwise it will get bigger... — Fizz looked again at the crack on one of Blitz's horns. The latter squinted at him incomprehensibly, but then realized where his gaze was directed. While Fizz was fumbling on desk, freeing him, the imp went to the mirror, deciding to check his guess and turned out to be right. He noticed a crack on his horn and panic slowly but surely began to approach him. Meanwhile, Fizz cleared the table, and after wrapping his limbs around Blitz, carefully put him on this table, next to him he laid out some tools. Blitz stared at him dumbfounded. — Fizz, what are you doing?! — I'm going to seal your crack! Don't move! — What? This is ... — Blitz, due to lack of strength, staggered slightly, bumping his head, or rather the back of his head, since the table was standing against the wall and now a piece of horn fell off, smacking on the floor. After waiting a second, both demons screamed in panic. Fizz desperately attached the broken horn with duct tape, taping it so that it would certainly hold tight. Blitz stared at the glued piece of horn that had fallen off, and then sighed heavily. — Fizz, that's only half of it. If the horns are not damaged at the base, they will quickly recover. It's still a long way from the foundation here, and you… — Blitz, I'm sorry, of course, but the topic of horns is sick for all imps. It's even scary to see how suddenly something happens to someone's horns. even if the slightest tip breaks off, it's already a panic! And I wouldn't want you to become hornless like me. Or rather, a unicorn! — But I love unicorns… — Blitz! You know in what plan "unicorn" is! And it's not a cute horse with a horn on its head! — It's a pity ... — sighed Blitz, and then looked at himself in the mirror again, — Well, I doubt that the piece that fell off will grow back, Fizz… — And yet there are chances otherwise who knows how long it will take to restore your horn… No one would want to be in our place right now. — By the way, I wasn't just following you. I just wanna made sure that no one threatened you… And suddenly I felt a jolt. Someone pushed me and there I flew down. But in general, I usually fall from higher distances and not a scratch remains on the horns, but this time i got a crack and half of the horn fell off. And even lost consciousness! It's stupid, considering that I am, as it were, a professional killer, and I allow such misfires. This is very stupid of me. — Don't worry, Blitz, everything will be fine. But who could have pushed you… Any guesses? — There is guesses... — Blitz's eyes have acquired a completely different color: The sclera turned red, and the color of the eyes changed to white, the pupils narrowed as much as possible and the imp himself growled in his gut, and then turned a dangerous look at Fizzarolli, forcing him to tense up. — Blitzo...? What's wrong with your eyes? And why are you looking like that? — Fizzarolli was seriously frightened by the abrupt change in his friend's behavior and the peculiarity of his eyes, which he had never seen in him before. Blitz stood up silently, advancing menacingly towards the jester, who was gradually moving towards the dressing room door.

To be continued…