Conflict is resolved

The moment became increasingly tense. Blitz continued to growl deep in his throat, advancing towards Fizzarolli. The jester pressed his back against the door of the dressing room, slightly covering himself with his hands as a sign of protection. Blitz put his hands on either side of his head, slightly clutching the wooden door with his claws, scratching it thereby and continuing to growl. Fizz looked at him with fear, wondering what to do and how to escape. However, there was an unexpected twist. The imp simply took the jester by the arms, setting him aside, and he himself opened the dressing room door from his foot and at the same second noticed a rather tall figure, and the hanging spiked tail of some other imp climbing up the pipe. Blitz immediately jumped out of his seat, rushing towards the pipe and the stranger climbing up it, clinging with his sharp teeth to someone else's tail, throwing it down and rushed at him with a furious growl, since this stranger turned out to be Stryker. Fizz peeked out of the dressing room, noticing that Blitz was fighting furiously with their common enemy. — When will you finally die?! — Blitz shouted furiously, mercilessly fighting with, perhaps, the main enemy in his life, — And the fuck did you come here?! You hunting us, right?! Bastard! — Oh, yes, I've been stalking you and your blue—blooded freaks! Pathetic, filthy whores! Fizz had never seen Blitz so furious. He began to look around, trying to figure out how to help him. At some point, Stryker pressed Blitz into the wall, starting to strangle him, although he fiercely resisted, but there was not enough strength. Fizz was immediately covered with no less rage, he sprang from his seat and kicked the tall imp with all his strength, managing to severely injure him with sharp heels, pushing him away from the Blitz with such force that he flew into the opposite wall of the corridor, and after the jester pulled pistol out of Blitz's bosom, instantly pointing at Stryker, who immediately disappeared, realizing that the battle would have to be interrupted. — That's the fuck! — Fizzarolli growled in annoyance, banging his fist on the wall, leaving a small dent in it. Blitz sat dumbfounded on the floor, holding his neck and looking at the embittered jester. The eyes acquired their usual color and the sclera were yellow again. Fizz turned to look at him, still holding his gun in his hand, being on edge. But after calming down a little, he approached the imp, helping him to get up from the floor, lightly brushing him off. — Fizz… You've never shot, why did you take the gun away from me? — Blitz looked at Fizz incomprehensibly, and then at the gun in his hands. He only frowned harder, and then handed him the gun. — Because this freak… Damn, you were right, Blitz! We're in the shit! — Fizz clutched his head in panic, breathing unevenly because of the coming panic, - Fuck! He can kill both Ozzy and Stolas! Where are they?! — Calm down, Fizz, I think they're still in that room, come on! — Blitz grabbed the jester by the arm, pulling him along and both ran down the corridor, looking for the right room. However, remembering something, Fizz stopped abruptly, pressing Blitz into the wall. The latter squinted at him incomprehensibly, spreading his arms to the sides. — What the fuck happened to you?! You tried to kill me in the dressing room! Well, more precisely, it was an obvious attempt on your part! — What? I don't know what you're talking about at all. I've been out my mind the whole time. I only remember the moment when you attached my fallen horn with tape, and then everything was like a fog, but I saw this bastard, and then my brain completely swam. And then I realized that I was in the hallway, and there you were standing with a gun. With my gun... you would definitely get killed, even if you took a gun, because you wouldn't be able to shoot from it… Fizz pulled out gun again, and then pointed it at the ceiling, firing. Blitz looked at him dumbfounded, and then raised his hands in front of him in a surrendering gesture. — Okay, I understand you... I'm even curious where did you learn to shoot? — Blitz smiled awkwardly, and then quickly took his pistol from him with his tail, putting it back in his bosom. Fizz just grunted, releasing him, and then walked forward down the corridor. — I learned it from you. What is there to be able to do? Pointed the gun at the right place, pulled the trigger and that was it. While we were running away from the mafia, I saw you shoot, so it's not that difficult. The imps continued to move along the corridor, looking for the right room among all the others in the huge building. — Since when did you have a feature of repainting the color of your eyes? — Fizz was still trying to figure out what kind of strange behavior his friend was having. Blitz was still slow to think, but he tried to focus on a surprise attack from Stryker, since he was here and could attack at any moment. — Fizz, they've always been yellow at the base. Well, with a red iris. — Yellow sclera, red iris — Don't be smart, ass! — And at one moment your sclera turned red and your iris turned white! — What? But this is usually the color of the eyes of hellhounds! Loona, for example, has such eyes! — Maybe you and I are not just imps, but hybrids? Both imps stopped abruptly, exchanging glances with each other. — Agree: Almost all imps have no iris, and their eyes are pure yellow with a narrow black pupil. And imps are usually short in stature, but the two of us are taller than our kind. And I also didn't notice the imps have thorns, but you have them. — Oh, shit... — Blitz swore, thinking about it, and then looked at Fizz, continuing to walk down the corridor with him, continuing the conversation, — Maybe my father is also a hybrid. He have thorns. Mom was definitely an unusual demon, I remember that. Everyone was talking about how extraordinary and beautiful she was…

Memory:

One of the unremarkable days of a family of circus demons, where the head of the family was the owner of an entire circus. Young imps rehearsed in one of the circus tents: Someone was juggling, someone was practicing walking on a rope at a lower height than in the arena, and someone was inflating balloons and making different animals out of them, someone was balancing on a ball, holding various objects in their hands. Among the young circus performers were Blitz and Fizzarolli, also training. Blitz desperately practiced inflating balloons, but sometimes he couldn't even inflate the balloon, let alone make an animal out of it. The little imp was very upset because of failures, plus other young imps teased him and humiliated him despite the fact that he was the son of the owner of the circus. Fizzarolli supported his best friend in every possible way, trying to look for some advantages in his small failures. This time Blitz managed to make an animal out of the balloon, but still it was not quite right. It should have turned out to be a horse. The legs are in place, the tail is too, but only the neck this time turned out to be very long. Angry because of another failure, he threw away a box of balloons, escaping from the tent. Fizz ran after him, noticing his creations along the way, grabbing one of them along the way. Coming out of the tent, Fizz found Blitz hiding behind large boxes, with only one tail sticking out and that's what helped the little jester find his friend. He carefully walked into his hiding place, crouching down next to him. Blitz himself was sitting and crying, but noticing Fizzarolli, he quickly began to wipe his eyes, ashamed that a friend noticed him crying. Fizz only smiled slightly, putting an arm around his shoulder. — Why did you run away, Blitzo? — It's the same as always. I'm just a loser whose hands grow out of... the place that my father once voiced, — Blitz said, sniffling, wiping his eyes wet with tears, — Why do you always succeed, but I don't? Why, Fizz? Why am I such a loser? — Blitzo, you're not a loser! — Really?! Do you see it?! — Blitz irritably pointed with his hand at the balloon in the hands of Fizzarolli, — Is this a horse in your opinion?! I can't even do the simplest thing! Any child can make an animal out of a balloon, and I can't even make a horse! It would seem the simplest, but others make the figures more complex! — Blitzo ... — Fizz began to speak, and then looked at the figure in his hands, thinking, and then it dawned on him and he smiled broadly, lightly tapping his friend on the shoulder, — Look! You didn't make a horse, you made a giraffe! — Giraffe...? — Blitz looked blankly at Fizzarolli, and then looked down at the ball in Fizz's hands, thinking, — It really looks like. Giraffes have a long neck! — Exactly, Blitzo! And the length of the neck is right! You did even better! Blitz was smiling happily, hugging Fizz, but after doubts overtook him again and he slightly pulled away from Fizz. The latter looked at him blankly and worriedly. — But I was asked to learn how to make horses, not giraffes... Dad will be angry… — Oh, don't pay attention to that old fart! Personally, I'm proud of you! — What are you two hiding here for? Both imps heard a familiar voice, instantly sticking their faces out of the boxes. Tilla was standing next to them, smiling, her head slightly tilted to one side. Blitz immediately shone, jumping right into his mother's arms and she caught him deftly. — Maybe you don't juggle very well or make some figures, but you have a lot of natural dexterity of the imp and agility in you, Blitzy ~ - Tilla gently rubbed her nose against her son's nose, hugging him. Blitz happily snuggled up to his mother, wagging his tail contentedly. Fizz watched this moment, smiling. — Mom, Fizz said it looks like a giraffe, doesn't it? — Blitz showed his mother a balloon figurine. Tilla gently stroked the top of his head, nodding in agreement. — Very similar, dear, — the female imp put her son on the floor, adjusting his suit carefully, — So, and why were you both hiding in these boxes? Do you have a secret hideout there? — Something like that, Mom! — Blitz proudly declared, and then someone attacked him, knocking him to the floor. — Ha! Sneak attack, Blitzo! — It was Blitz's sister, Barbie, who got the better of her brother. He snorted with displeasure, puffing out his cheeks offensively. — That's not fair, Barbie! — Honestly, you need to be more vigilant, Blitzo! Otherwise the enemy will attack you from behind and what will you do? — Barbie still got off her brother, helping him get up from the floor, and then patted him on the head, — I'm just training your reflexes, silly. And you're offended. — Because I don't like being attacked from behind! I wasn't ready for this! — Children, don't quarrel, — Tilla said, interrupting children's bickering. Barbie grinned slyly, hiding, and after a while attacked Fizz, also knocking him to the floor. — Hey! I certainly wasn't ready for it! — Fizz looked at his friend with displeasure. — You should be ready for anything! — Barbie now jumped into her mother's arms and she deftly picked her up, — You see, mom is always ready! No one will catch her by surprise! — Barbie, you're so energetic today, — Tilla grinned, hugging her daughter, spinning slightly with her, and then put her on the floor, — Okay, kids, have you seen Cash? I haven't seen him since this morning. — We haven't seen him, — The three little imps answered in unison, and then exchanged glances with each other. — Okay, I'll go look for him. There is one conversation with him ... — Tilla slightly narrowed her eyes angrily, the tip of her tail twitched nervously, and after noticing something, she quickly headed in direction. The three imps were left alone, thinking what to do. — So, silly boys, what have you been doing here? — The imp girl asked, slightly tilting her head to the side, folding her hands behind her back, and then noticed a giraffe in her brother's hands, - Wow! Blitzo, did you make a giraffe? Cool! Brother, I'm proud of you! Well, you see? I told you so: You need more training and diligence and everything will work out for you! — Barbie playfully poked Blitz in the nose, and then picked up the handles, use being slightly taller than him. He made a disgruntled face, because he was essentially held by a girl in his arms, even though it was his sister. — Barb… Put me down... — Blitz was slightly embarrassed, trying to escape from her hands and glanced at Fizz, saying, help me. Fizzarolli just laughed, seeing that the imp girl was not going to let go of her brother and spun around with him merrily, but without keeping her balance she fell with him into a box with some fabric. Fizz ran over to them, helping them both out of the box. Blitz threw a displeased glance at his sister, and then covered her with some kind of cloth, laughing nastily and ran away. She got out of the fabric and quickly chased after him to teach him a lesson. Fizz ran after them, having fun. Meanwhile, Tilla, being one of the rather tall female demons, was walking among the circus tents, looking for her husband. Every time she passed by the circus staff and performers, they would whisper to each other, discussing her unusual appearance, which distinguished her from other demons. For example, everyone knows the difference between females and males among imps: Males have black horns with white wide stripes and white hair (Blitz and Barbie with Fizz are apparently bald exceptions, although Barbie has hair in human form) The females also have black horns, but with thin white stripes and they have dark hair varying from black to brown. Tilla's horns were completely black, there were no stripes on them, which made her special among other females in the circus. Also, her eyes were different from the eyes of other imps: they had iris around the pupil, colored red. The same eyes were passed on to Blitz and Barbie. Fizzarolli also had a pink iris, which also distinguished him from his fellow imps. However, the owner of the circus also had a rather different appearance from the others: Huge horns, almost reaching the floor. This gave him an automatic advantage among other imps, because horns are an integral part of the appearance of imps and had serious significance. Also its difference among others were the spikes on the tail and the crest on the back. The same spikes on the tail were transmitted to Blitz from him genetically in adulthood. Blitz also had spikes on his head and a crest on his back. Unfortunately, part of the vile character was passed on to him from his father, as well as the mania for money, because of which he is ready for anything. However, perhaps the considerable size of the horns of the Blitz was also partially inherited from his father, also giving him an advantage in the future, since he became the boss and organized his own business related to contract killings in the human world. Still, he had some advantages in genetics on his father's side, but maternal genetics did not stay aside. Finally, Tilla, wandering through the territory of the circus, found her husband lying in one of the tents, drinking some strange swill, on the couch. — I'm not surprised that you're here, Cash ... — Tilla snorted, crossing her arms over her chest, looking accusingly at the owner of the circus. — Hmm? Tilla? Well, hello, wife, since you're here, then hand me that bottle over there, if you'd be kind, — The imp said lazily, lying on an old torn sofa. — How disgusting you are… Get your ass up and go get your own damn booze same! — Tilla began to get very annoyed, wagging her tail discontentedly. The imp just snorted, rolled his eyes and got up from the sofa himself. — Well, what the fuck did I get married then, since you don't want to carry me booze? Lazy ass! — Cash complained, having reached the shelf where the last bottle of alcohol stood, and then quickly opened it, starting to drink. Tilla just shame covered her eyes with her hand, sighing heavily. — You know, I'm wondering the same thing. However, if we hadn't married, then such wonderful little imps wouldn't have been born… It is for their sake that I still tolerate your vile behavior, Cash! — Tilla, stop babbling, my head is splitting in this morning. — Yeah, of course. You need to drink less, you fucking drunk! And this creature is the owner of a huge circus? It's hard to believe it. So, I wanted to have a serious talk with you, Buckzo. The imp choked slightly, and then turned a surprised look in the direction of his wife. After thinking for a while, he shrugged, putting the bottle aside for later, and himself lazily flopped down on the sofa, waiting for her to start a conversation. — So, I'm sick of you making Blitzo do terrible things. Do you think I don't know about the fact that you robbed the royal family, forcing our son to ingratiate himself with the young prince?! Aren't you ashamed at all?! — Tilla, calm down, I'm doing this for our family. And my circus business. But with these stolen decorations, we were able to improve our territory at least a little, buy new paraphernalia and repair two tents, and it costs a lot of money, you know. As you can see, I didn't spend all the money on booze! Moreover, I buy myself an inexpensive cheap swill! I'm not some kind of major to you! — For the sake of the family, are you forcing your son to steal?! Do you hear yourself at all?! — The female imp began to get very angry, clenching her hands into fists, — Do you understand that because of this we can have serious problems, Cash?! — Why did you start again, huh? What's wrong with you at the moment?! — Cash got up from his seat, advancing slowly towards his wife. She only narrowed her eyes, growling, warning him not to get closer, — Well, what are you growling again?! Are we having a bad life now?! — What are you teaching our son?! Do you want him to become not what he wants?! — Pfft, let the Blitzo become whoever it wants. This is his life, he has to choose who to be. It's probably better than me poking him myself who he should become. Yes, even if he becomes a thief, even if he becomes an assassin. No matter — Assassin?! Don't you even care?! — Tilla was overcome with strong anger, she abruptly approached and gave her husband a strong slap in the face, — And I also know that last week you sent him to visit the Goetia family and were present there yourself, forcing our son to eat glass, demanding compensation from them for moral damage to the Blitzo, although this is entirely your fault, that he has moral damage! What am I talking about, if you're ready to sell your son for a crumpled dollar and a torn condom! — Hey! By the way, Blitzo didn't die from chewing glass. But how much money we pulled out of these royal suckers for moral damage! And then I "sold it" for just one day! So don't tell me how to run my business! — You... sick bastard! — Tilla's sclera turned red, and the iris turned white. Rage washed over her completely, this time she hit the imp with a clawed slap in the face. He recoiled from the angry female imp, not daring to answer this. Meanwhile, little Blitz quietly and silently watched this moment, although he just wanted to find his parents to take a walk with Fizz, but for the first time seeing his mother's strong anger, he froze, just continuing to watch her fiercely scolding his father, sometimes throwing objects at him that came to hand. The young imp watched his mother's anger with horror, finally deciding to move away from the eyes of the quarreling parents so that he would not get caught before he was noticed. Meanwhile, Tilla ended this conversation, leaving the word for herself. — You're just a nasty bastard, Cash. And only for the sake of the happy future of Barbie and Blitzo, I still tolerate you. When they grow up, then everything will be over between us ... — Tilla quickly left the tent, leaving only devastation after her anger, in the middle of which Cash himself was sitting on the floor, growling softly irritably after his wife's attacks, and then sighed sadly, getting up from the floor, cleaning up the mess in the tent, thinking about something. Blitz was running blindly and suddenly came across Fizzarolli walking ahead, falling to the ground with him after a sharp collision. — Blitzo?! What happened?! — Fizz looked worriedly at his panting friend, who had experienced a strong fear, — What's happening to you? — Fizz, I saw something I shouldn't have seen... Mom's anger… It was so scary. She was yelling at Dad. They were fighting. She hit him several times… — Holy woman, I respect. Such a shithead can only punched! I'm totally on her side, buddy! — You didn't see her anger… It was a terrifying sight that I had never seen before… The imps got up from the ground, helping each other and brushing off their clothes from dust and dirt. — You know, her eyes have changed their color! They were red! And the iris was white! — Blitz was continuing his story when he was suddenly interrupted by Fizz. — You probably meant that her sclera turned red, and her iris turned white, right? — Fizzarolli clarified, to which Blitz built a poker face, pouting slightly and rolling his eyes. — Don't be smart! But yes, it was. It was so scary, Fizz… And I also didn't think that her tail was strong enough to lift a chair and throw it in my father's direction… — Wow... — Fizzarolli was amazed by the power of the tail of the mother of the Blitz, thinking, — That's her super-woman… Although Fizz was joking a little, but Blitz was not laughing at all. Before his eyes, the image of an angry mother and this color of the eyes, meaning apparently a very strong rage, froze. Fizzarolli noticed that his friend was still scared. He just gently hugged him, patting him lightly on the back. — Don't be afraid, Blitzo, your mom only treats your father like that, because he deserves it. Considering that he forced you eat pieces of glass for another benefit. — It was terrible ... — Blitz remembered this case with a shudder, hugging himself by the shoulders, as if again feeling how his mouth cavity and gums with tongue were phantom cut by glass, which was placed directly in the food was placed by Cash on purpose, spitting on the safety of his own son. The imp was enveloped in sadness because his father treated him so terribly. — Blitzo...? — Fizz put his hand on the imp's shoulder, looking at him worriedly. — Why does he hate me, Fizz? What have I done wrong to him? I do everything he says. But why is he still unhappy with me? What am I doing wrong that my own father hates me? It's like he's trying to get rid of me… Fizzarolli just sighed heavily, still hugging his friend, hoping to calm him down as soon as possible. And then I began to think about how to cheer him up and having thought of something, I led him along. Blitz only looked at him blankly, but followed him without resisting, sometimes looking at his feet, keeping his hands in the pockets of his overalls. Soon Fizz took him to a small forest near the circus grounds. After walking along the path there, they came to a beautiful place with a large lake. Blitz looked around in surprise, because the place was really beautiful. Beautiful demonic flowers grew around the lake, the buds of which glowed with a bluish glow, giving the lake even more beauty. And there were beautiful blue highlights on the surface. Fizz took Blitz closer to this lake, sits with him on the shore — I found this place quite recently and studied it thoroughly. It's absolutely safe here. And beautiful! I have never seen such glowing colors. I've been looking for the right moment to call you here, but we haven't had time all the time. And then the perfect opportunity fell out and I hope that this beauty has lifted your mood a little, Blitzo,— Fizzarolli was sitting next to his friend on the shore of the lake, sometimes throwing pancakes on the surface of the water. Blitz enthusiastically looked around, admiring the beauty around them, and then looked at Fizzarolli, smiling slightly.

***

And now, as teenagers, the two imps were sitting in the same place, which had become special for them. Blitz involuntarily stared at Fizarolli, looking into the starry sky, smiling dreamily. However, the imp himself smiled dreamily, looking at his best friend with whom he was in love, and this made him uncomfortable and hard, because it was very scary to admit it. Fizz noticed the way Blitz looked at him and immediately looked at him, smiling sweetly. Blitz himself jerked violently, falling awkwardly on his back, growling softly because of this. Fizz hovered over him slightly, laughing softly at his clumsiness. — Well, what are you laughing at, damn it? Yeah, I'm clumsy... — Blitz sighed, and then he wanted to get up, but Fizz didn't let him do it, pinning him slightly to the sand with his hand, — Hey, Fizz, let me get up. — Nah~ — the jester said playfully, and then leaned his whole body on his friend, giggling merrily and not letting him get up, and this is so contagious that Blitz himself laughed softly, lazily struggling with him, continuing to lie with him on the lake shore. Fizz rolled off the Blitz anyway, snuggling up to his side, hugging him, purring softly. — Oh, look who purred, — the imp grinned, patting his friend on the head, from which he purred only more, like a cat. Because of this proximity, Blitz blushed a little, but still tried to hide this fact, they were still on the lake late in the evening, and the blue lighting from the flowers growing around the lake hid the fact that the imp blushed. Fizz continued to cling tightly to him, smiling happily. At one point, he turned his head to the side, hearing some extraneous rustle and accidentally hit Blitz slightly with his big horns, to which he built a poker face, rubbing the bruised place. — Fizz, you'd do less sudden head movements, you have such hefty horns… How do you sleep with them? — You should have asked your father that question, Blitzo,— Fizz grinned, and then looked at his horns, — Well, if we're talking about horns, then yours are pretty big too. — Well, I'm not particularly comfortable sleeping with mine either, but I still get along with them more or less. But about yours… I can't imagine how you sleep with them. — Well, I agree. Sleeping with them is terribly uncomfortable,— Fizzarolli sighed, sitting down with a Blitz on the sand and looking at the glare on the surface of the water. Blitz looked at Fizz again, involuntarily reaching his tail to him tail. Fizz noticed a movement in his side with his peripheral vision, and then turned his head towards his friend's tail, then looking up at him. Blitz froze in a stupor, looking into his eyes. Heart was pounding. It seems that here it is, the perfect romantic moment for a confession, plus both were slightly drunk. Blitz stood up resolutely from the sand, looking at Fizz. The latter also stood up, looking at him with interest. — Fizzarolli… I have to tell you something... — Blitz took Fizz's hand in his, looking into his eyes. Fizz was feeling a little excited and the atmosphere was just incredible around them. — I'm listening to you, Blitzo… Both imps held hands and slowly approached each other with their faces, gradually covering their eyes. When suddenly an unpleasant moment happened and Blitz just threw up on the sand, fortunately he managed to bounce back in time from Fizzarolli, who, after standing in a stupor for a couple of seconds, made a poker face, and then laughed softly. — Okay, you fucked the whole moment, Blitzo. — I'm sorry, Fizz… — What did you want to say? — It doesn't matter anymore, Fizz… Let's go back. Blitz was visibly upset about the spoiled moment, hugging himself by the shoulders, taking this habit from his childhood. Fizz looked at Blitz worriedly, seeing how upset he was. The imp walked ahead, slightly hunched over and looking at his feet. Meanwhile, Fizzarolli decided to hide from him, curious about what he would do. After walking a few more steps, Blitz silently turned look back, and then sighed. —Fizz, I know you're just hiding. But I'm not in the mood for games. Sorry, — Blitz went forward again. However, Fizz was not going to leave it just like that and decided to take desperate measures, he jumped right out of the bushes at him, knocking him into the grass. — I can't leave you alone, Blitz, while you're so depressed! — Fizz, shoo… Fizz got off him, and then quickly picked him up in his arms, hugging him, taking advantage of his tall stature compared to him, although the difference in height was small for them. Blitz made a disgruntled face, crossing his arms over his chest, turning his gaze away from him. Fizz grinned, rubbing his nose against his neck, making Blitz shrink in his arms, pressing his head into his shoulders and giggled — It tickles, Fizz, don't do that! — The imp gently pushed his head away from him with his hand, slightly teasingly sticking out his tongue. The jester smiled slyly, and then his gaze fell on some kind of snag sticking out of the ground. Looking closer, she reminded him of something. — Blitzo, look, this snag is shaped like your dad's decrepit ass! — WHAT?! — Blitz immediately drew attention to the snag, and then looked at Fizz. After a second, both burst out laughing, — Fuck, I wonder when you managed to see my dad's ass, pervert? ~ — Oh, fuck you! I pointed my finger at the sky, but you must admit that it looks like it! — Hah! Yeah, he looks like his ass. — Okay, now I see that your mood has improved, which means my mission has been completed successfully! — Fizz said proudly, carrying his friend in his arms back to the circus grounds. Blitz sat relaxed in his arms and gradually felt sleepy. — I can basically walk myself, Fizz... — Blitz muttered sleepily, gradually becoming sluggish in his hands. The jester just grinned, rolling his eyes. — Yes, yes, of course, I believe you, Blitzo. I need to take you home.

The next morning:

Blitz was lying in bed at home and sleeping peacefully, meanwhile, the sleeping Fizzarolli was snuggled up to him, staying with him for the night. Blitz soon woke up, feeling something slightly butted him, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that it was Fizzarolli's horns. With a sleepy yawn, he waved his hand, simply rolling over to the other side of the bed. But after a few seconds he jumped up, sitting up and staring at the peacefully sleeping Fizzarolli, who did not suspect anything. Blitz realized with horror that they were both naked in the same bed at his house. Who knows what happened last night, considering that both imps were a little drunk, but hardly realized what they were doing. Blitz just sat staring at one point, nervously pulling his tail, trying to remember what happened last night between him and his best friend with whom he was secretly in love. Fizz began to wake up gradually and the imp noticed it, jumping out of bed, in a panic looking for his clothes among the mess in his room. — Fuck, fuck, fuck... — Blitz cursed softly, desperately looking for his clothes, and finally he found them, dressed quickly, and then cleaned himself up, pretending that he did not sleep in the same bed with Fizz. Meanwhile, Fizzarolli lazily stretched in his bed, sleepily yawning and smacking his lips, then sat up, stretching a little more, and then noticed Blitz standing next to the bed, who was smiling nervously. — Well, what have you done since morning, Blitzo? — Fizz asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Blitz continued to smile like a fool. — Noooothing... — the imp drawled, scratching the back of his head, — Since it's already morning, I'll probably go cook breakfast. — Maybe i make a breakfast? — HA! NO. — Come on, I won't start a fire this time, Blitzo! — There were no burns last time, but keep in mind, I won't let you near my stove again! I'd rather cook breakfast for two myself... — Blitz barely persuaded his friend not to approach the kitchen and insisted on cooking for two himself. Fizzarolli pouted resentfully, but still agreed with him. Blitz started to leave the room quickly, when suddenly Fizz stopped him. — Wait, did we sleep in the same bed? — Noooooooo... — Blitz immediately left the room. Fizz squinted slightly, wagging his tail. — Hey!! Come back here, Blitzp! I'm not done with you! — The jester chased after him, running out of the room.

The end of memories:

Blitz and Fizarolli soon reached the room where the two higher demons were conversing. Blitz broke into the room, holding a gun in his hand, looking around. Fizz was instantly at Ozzy's side, checking him for wounds. The imp walked into the room, still holding the gun at the ready. — We're in the shit, Asmodeus! The one involved in our abduction is here! — Fizz grabbed Asmodeus' mane in a panic, shaking him slightly. Ozzy looked scared and worried at his little jester, and then turned his gaze to the tense Stolas. — Oh, fuck, — the Prince swore, getting up from his seat, — It means that we are in complete shit, Asmodeus. — I don't know something...? — Asmodeus asked in perplexity, and then turned his gaze to Blitz, who had climbed onto his desk. — What the fuck are you sitting here, feathered motherfuckers?! Let's get out of here before he comes for your skins! — Blitz indignantly shouted at the stunned higher demons, pointing the gun towards the exit from the room, — Fizz, you and Asmodeus need to get out of here as quickly as possible. I'm afraid there won't be any performance if you both want to live. Fizzarolli understood that Blitz was right, plus he was very serious, and this was a serious sign that the situation was very dangerous. —Sit tight, I'll call for backup, — Blitz said, pulling his phone out of his pocket, when suddenly Stolas interrupted him by tapping him on the shoulder. — Blitz, I think there is a better option, — Stolas opened the portal right in the office, leading directly to Asmodeus' mansion, — Hurry up, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, come into the portal! Asmodeus grabbed Fizz in his arms, going into the portal, followed by Stolas and Blitz, after which the portal closed, and a few seconds after the portal closed, Striker broke into the room, holding a sacred weapon in his hands, glaring around angrily. — Escaped, freaks… I know we'll see each other again and then your pathetic dogs won't protect you two, because first I'll deal with the main source of my problem. Blitzo…

***

Returning to the mansion, Asmodeus collapsed into his office, holding Fizzarolli in his hands, followed by Stolas and Blitz. All four were tired and each settled in his place. Blitz found himself a separate chair, Stolas sat down on a sofa that stood along the wall. Asmodeus was sitting on his chair, holding a terrified Fizzarolli in his arms, stroking him soothingly. All four of them sat in silence, trying to calm their nerves, after experiencing stress due to the awareness of serious danger. — He won't get here...? — Fizz asked softly, breaking the silence. — No, this bastard will definitely not get here, — Blitz said with a heavy sigh, rubbing his sore head. Stolas shifted his worried gaze to Blitz, noticing that one of his horns was rewound with tape. — Blitzy, what happened to your horn? — The owl prince asked anxiously, wanting to know what happened to his imp, — Did Striker do this? — Hmm? I think it is, there is no one else. This freak probably pushed me down while I was belaying Fizz. A terrible case. And there was no one else to push me, except him. He just knows that I am the weakest link among our four and the first thing he will try to get rid of me, because I am able to protect you all, and you are not capable of yourself. If he destroys the weak link, he will destroy everything else. Against higher demons, he can use sacred weapons, so we're all fucked, — Blitz gasped, trying to calm the coming panic attack. Fizz noticed his condition, as did Stolas. Asmodeus only frowned, clenching his hands into fists, realizing that he, Fizz and Stolas were in serious danger in the form of a royal demon slayer. He shifted his gaze to Blitz sitting in the chair, thinking. — How will you protect us, Blitz? I'm just curious… — Are you doubting me, feathered dick?! — Blitz was incredibly annoyed by such a statement, gritting his teeth with anger and annoyance, clenching his hands into fists, — Who the fuck will protect you all if not me?! Think with your empty head! —Blitzy... — Stolas and Fizz said in unison, and then looked at each other. Blitz silently looked at them, and then looked away, jumping off the chair, heading towards the exit from Asmodeus' office. — I need to go outside… I'll be back soon ... — The imp left the office, slamming the door behind him and headed towards the elevator descending to the first floor. Fortunately, he remembered the way, so he is guaranteed not to get lost if he does not want to turn in an unknown direction himself. Fizzarolli lowered his gaze, greatly worried about the state of the Blitz, but also worried that Ozzy was also in danger. Stolas sat in his place, looking down at the floor, and then sighed heavily. — Blitz will ruin all nerves completely because of me. He doesn't have to worry about me. Asmodeus, is our deal still valid for today? — The deal... yes, I promised. We are guaranteed to be safe here, don't worry. Stolas, my darling, come with me. Fizzy, in the meantime, you can go to your friend while Stolas and I will fill out the contract. And then we do it, — Asmodeus lightly ran his fingers over the feathers on the top of Stolas' head, from which he blushed slightly, fluffing up a little. Fizzarolli nodded and left the office, wanting to find Blitz. — Stolas, are you really ready to conclude such a contract? —Ozzie asked, gently stroking the Prince's cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxing gradually. — I'm ready, Asmodeus… — You can call me Ozzy. I'll let you do it, owl. — ll right, Ozzy… — Let's go to the table, there we will fill out our contract, and then we will go to fulfill it in a completely different room. Blitz went down to the first floor, left the building and headed somewhere around the corner, not paying attention to anything around him. He didn't even notice that he had entered the territory where the dumpster was located, just plopping down next to a huge dumpster, pressing his knees to his chest and wrapping his tail around himself, burying his nose in his knees. He himself was mentally afraid that he would not be able to protect either Stolas or Fizzarolli with Asmodeus. He felt like a complete weakling, perhaps he was influenced by the fact that one damn day one of his horns suddenly broke. In general, if the horns of imps break, it is also a sign that the condition of the imp was critically severe and the body simply could not withstand the psychological load, gradually weakening. If it came to the point that the strength of the horns decreased, then the condition was really severe. The appearance of Striker only further aggravated the internal state of the Blitz, because he did not have enough strength to beat it again. All his agility just seemed to disappear in one moment. He again felt like a defenseless imp, who was being bullied by his own relatives, calling and humiliating. And at that time, only Fizz and his sister could protect him, because he was weak enough, both in childhood and in his youth.

Memory:

Blitz was sitting on the ground, holding onto his eye, under which a black eye began to form, and teenage demons of his own age were hanging over him, being artists of his father's circus. — Come on, cry, Blitz! A pathetic loser, unable to defend himself! — You're just a pathetic sucker! Even beating you becomes a pity! Come on, guys, we're done with him for today. The demons dispersed, each in his own direction. Blitz irritably got up from the ground, holding his black eye and spitting blood on the ground, wiping it with his free hand from his mouth, and then went towards the tent where Fizz usually was. Going inside, he noticed that Fizz was busy rehearsing, balancing at a high enough height. At one point, the jester fall down, and Blitz reacted with lightning speed, having managed to catch him. Fizz looked at him dumbfounded, trying to realize that he was alive after the fall, but he was immediately overcome by another shock when he saw that Blitz was been beaten up — Thank you, Blitzo… But what happened to you?! Who beat you?! Blitz silently put his friend on his feet, and then turned away from him, holding his black eye. Fizz frowned, turning him carefully to face him, and then took out a first aid kit, treating his wounds, bruises and abrasions. — You've been beaten up again… We have to do something about it! Tilla entered the tent, noticing her son next to his friend and was horrified by what she saw, running up to her son, hugging him tightly. — Blitzo, who did this to you?! Honey, are you okay? You may have a concussion… Can I call a doctor? — No need, Mom… This is not the first time, — Blitz sighed heavily. — All the more reason to stop these attacks on you! It's they acrobats again?! Well, I'll arrange it for them! — Mom, you don't have to… They make fun of me anyway, calling me a weakling because I'm not able to stand up for myself. And if I'm not able to stand up for myself, then I won't be able to protect anyone in the future… What kind of defender will I be then...? Just a pathetic coward like my dad… Tilla looked at him worriedly, sighing heavily, stroking his back soothingly. Fizz continued to carefully treat his wounds. — Blitzo, you're still a child. The time will come and you will grow up to be a real strong man, able to protect those who are dear to you. — Mom, I'm not a child, I'm a teenager. There is a difference. Why are they able to fight and I'm not? I can't do that. It's annoying! — Honey, don't let your anger control you... — Tilla continued to gently stroke the irritated and disappointed son, trying to calm him down, — Everything will come in its own time, Blitz… And everything will happen as it should… It is impossible to escape from fate, and if you are destined to become strong, then you will become one. I love you anyway, no matter what you are. But don't become like your father. —I... I promise, Mom… I won't be like him. Only I can't do anything about my appearance, I look like him ... — Blitz sighed in disappointment, feeling his spikes on his head. Tilla only smiled affectionately, kissing him on the forehead — Don't worry about it, honey. Despite the external resemblance to your father, you are growing up handsome. Blitz was a little embarrassed, and plus Fizz giggled softly, but he agreed with Blitz mother's words. Fizz finished treating the wounds, putting the first aid kit aside. — I'll be back soon, Blitzo, — Fizzarolli said, and then quickly left the tent. Blitz watched him go, smiling dreamily. Tilla lightly rubbed the top of his head. - So... When are you already confessing your feelings to him, hmm? — Wha... Mom! — Blitz was very confused, looking away, — I have no idea what you're talking about… — You understand everything, silly, — Tilla giggled softly, sitting down next to him, — Blitz, you don't need to hide your feelings if you're in love. You need to follow your heart. And if you love, don't hide it. Otherwise, it may be too late later. — Oh… I'm just afraid that Fizz will laugh at this confession and say, like, "Ha, you're a fool, Blitzp! No, no, we're just friends!" Tilla shook her head, smiling, understanding everything perfectly. Blitz continued to look in the direction where Fizz had gone, waiting for his return. The tip of the tail wagged slightly, and this was one of the signs of a strong attachment to the object of love. — Blitzo, your tail gives you away, you know, — the female imp grinned, lightly running her fingertip along his tail, which caused Blitz to shudder slightly and he turned to his mother, removing his tail from her. — Mom, don't... — Blitz crossed his arms on his chest with displeasure, but Tilla only gently took him in her arms, hugging him to her like a little imp, — Mooom! I'm almost an adult… — However, your height will remain the same, dear. You've already reached your limit. And you're still a little kid to me, Blitzy~ — Oh, Mom, it's embarrassing ... — Blitz blushed slightly, embarrassed that mom could still babble with him, but secretly he liked it and this made him feel like he was still a child, enjoying the love of his mother. — It may be embarrassing, but everyone loves affection, Blitz. And you are no exception — Okay, Mom, you're right, — Blitz smiled, snuggling up to his mother, and his tail wagged happily, just like hers. Their tails are slightly intertwined with each other as a sign of strong affection. Not only couples in love could do this. The tangle of tails is just a sign of great closeness among demons, no matter if it is a couple or family ties. The only difference in the intertwining of tails between couples and family was that lovers intertwined their tails, forming their ends into the shape of a heart, while in family intimacy the tails simply intertwined with each other. Soon Tilla lowered her son, putting him on his feet. And a few seconds later, Fizzarolli entered the tent, joyfully grabbing Blitz by the hand, pulling him along. — Come on, Blitzo, I know what we're going to do! — Fizzarolli said cheerfully, dragging Blitz from one tent to another. Tilla watched them go, sighing calmly, thinking about the day when her son finally confesses his love to his childhood best friend.

The end of the memory.

Blitz sat deep in his memories. Meanwhile, it started raining heavily outside and Blitz got soaked all over, but he didn't care about it. He just kept sitting, feeling very weak in his body. He cast a glance at the sky, calmly enduring the way raindrops fell on his face, sometimes painfully getting into his eyes, involuntarily forcing him to blink. — Who will protect them if I am no longer capable of it ... — Blitz sighed heavily, and then got up from his seat, intending to silently go home without warning anyone. Fizz stood in his way, taking him by the shoulders. — Blitz, where are you going? — I just want to go home, Fizz.… Forgive me… — Blitz, you are darker than the cloud hanging over us at the moment. What happened? — Fizz was very concerned about his condition, continuing to hold him by the shoulders. He just sighed heavily. —I'm just... — Blitz started to say, but stopped, thinking about something, — I'm just tired, Fizz. I really want to go home. — Are you sure you don't want to tell me what's really bothering you at the moment? How many similar conversations have we had while you were in a depressed state, what in childhood, what in youth and what now, Blitz… Blitz only silently looked up at him, and then sneezed, sniffing. Fizz stared at him dumbfounded, realizing that it didn't mean anything good. — Fizz, I just sneezed.… — You're getting sick, Blitz! Everything is bad… Your condition is getting worse every day! Maybe it's time for you to see a doctor? Blitz, you do realize that your horns are also a sign of your inner state? And your health is shitty. Your body just can't stand it anymore and your horns are just about to fall off! First there was a crack, now your condition is getting worse! — Fizz pointed to the duct—taped horn on Blitz's head. The latter looked at him listlessly, gradually weakening before his eyes, the tail dragged along the ground. The jester involuntarily frowned, picked it up and went to back to the mansion with it. Blitz looked at him listlessly, sitting in his arms, and then something came to him. — Fizz, you have mechanical hands… — So? — It's raining outside… — Fuck… After a couple of seconds, both were slightly electrocuted and Fizz's mechanical limbs glitched and sparkled. Blitz was already on the floor, looking worriedly at his friend. Gathering his last strength, he carefully picked him up and carried him to the elevator. Fizz carefully pressed himself against him so as not to fall. — Sorry, Blitz ... — Fizz apologized quietly, feeling guilty about what had happened. — No-no, I'm sorry, Fizz… Because of me, you had to leave the building in this fucking rain and now your limbs are buggy and sparkle… Blitz brought Fizz in his arms to Asmodeus, and after asking Stolas to open the portal, he immediately found himself in his home, after which the portal disappeared. Blitz looked around in his own apartment, and then went to his room. — Well, where have you been this time... — Loona came out of her room, having been at home for a long time, to see that Blitz came home safe and sound, but her expectations were not met. She silently stared at his taped horn. Blitz just rolled his eyes, sighing. — Yeah, I almost got my horn blown off. More precisely, he has already… — Fuck, is it because of my attack on you? Blitz, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would come to this, I just... — Loona cautiously approached him, feeling terribly guilty for his condition. Blitz waved his hand away. — Loona, it's not because of you, calm down. I was just thrown down from a great height, so… That's the bottom line, — Blitz grinned awkwardly. Meanwhile, the tape on his horn had loosened and the broken piece was slightly askew. Loona involuntarily pressed her ears to her head, sympathizing that he had such a condition. She had never seen such a serious condition of her foster father and it alarmed her greatly, — I'm fine, Looney… — Dad, are you sure you're okay...? — Loona came closer to him, squatting in front of him, and gently took hold of his head with her hands, examining it and the damaged horn. — Yes, I'm used to this. — But I've never seen you in such a serious condition before… It was the first time Loona experienced such a strong anxiety for Blitz, because she did not expect that at some point he could become completely weak and broken. She's used to seeing him as a flighty, stupid, crazy, vulgar, funny and sarcastic bastard who doesn't care about rules and morals, because he's a hired killer. And even though this behavior annoyed her, like many who know Blitz, but all this was an integral part of him, without which it might seem that it wasn't him at all. Loona knew quite a lot about her adoptive father, for several years of living with him and perfectly understood his various states and moods and knew what could be done and what should not be done. And she understood perfectly well when he was really serious and when he wasn't. But it hurt the hellhound in the soul to see such a heavy and depressed state of the Blitz. She gently picked him up in her arms and carried him into the room, laying him on the bed there. Blitz huddled silently on the bed, not even wrapped up in a blanket. — Dad ... — Loona sighed heavily, — What's bothering you? Blitz was surprised, because Loona rarely asked about his condition. He slowly turned his head towards her, looking over his shoulder, and then turned away. — Just another hard day, Looney… — You've been having a lot of hard days lately, Blitz… I've never seen you like this before. So... broken and depressed. — Loona, I'm fine, I'm really just really tired… I want to sleep… — Okay... — Loona got up from the edge of Blitz's bed, covering him with a blanket carefully, and then looked at his horn, carefully running her fingertips over it, worrying, because during her stay with her foster father an imp, she studied the features of this type of demons, although not everything, but she knew about the horns perfectly well she was only more alarmed. Still, she left him alone, closing the door behind her, and then leaned her back against his door, looking at the ceiling, slowly sliding back down to the floor, pressing her knees to her chest, quietly sobbing and whining, as she was very worried about the state, Blitz. The door behind her abruptly opened into the room and the hellhound collapsed backwards to the floor, finding the imp standing over her, noticing that she was crying. The Hellhound sat down on the floor, staring at him, the makeup on his eyes completely blurred. — Looney, what's wrong...? — Blitz asked worriedly, sitting down next to her on the floor. Loona did not even begin to be indignant, she silently hugged him to her, bursting into tears more. Blitz did not expect this, and then, realizing what was going on, hugged her back, stroking her back reassuringly. — I'm just worried about you, you fucking idiot! That's all... — Loona tried to use sarcasm and aggression against him, just like him, hiding behind a mask. — Loona, you don't have to hide behind a mask of sarcasm and aggression. I know what it's like because I do the same thing. Loona looked at him, taking him by the shoulders, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. And realizing that she was serious, she thought hard about it. — So you haven't been a sarcastic bastard all this time? — Well, I'm a bastard, I don't deny it. But the fact that I'm hiding behind a mask is true. There are reasons for that. It has to do with my past. — You never told me… — Well, you didn't ask, honey… — And yet, since this night is clearly going to be sleepless, maybe then you can tell me about your past? — Loona, you weren't particularly interested in my life before, what came over you? — Blitz looked slightly incredulously at his adopted daughter, and then realized with horror that for the first time he felt a slight distrust of her. And it began at the moment when she herself first began to take an interest in his life and become closer to him. Loona frowned slightly as she read his emotions. — You... don't trust me? — No, no, Loona! You are my daughter... only on paper… I can't not trust you, right? Right? — Blitz was worried, not knowing what else to say to her. It seems that the abrupt closeness with his own daughter began to frighten him, since before Loona was mostly away from him. But still, Loona was gradually affected by a natural canine attachment to the person with whom she lives and she herself gradually wanted to get closer to Blitz for so many years of living together. And this unexpected affection of his daughter greatly strained Blitz. He was afraid that he might harm her, because the past wouldn't let go. — Are you afraid of attachment because you are afraid that you will be betrayed? — Loona suddenly asked, thinking that she and Blitz had a common opinion on the topic of attachment. — I'm afraid of hurting those who are dear to me… All because of my past, where I lost what was so dear to me… — Did you adopt me because you once had a daughter who died? — No, Loona, I've never had children… I adopted you because I saw how desperate you were. Betrayed and rejected by everyone. It reminded me of me, because after the accident that happened because of me, everyone rejected me, just chased me away, not wanting to see me ever again. And I know you were almost eighteen, but they would have just thrown you out of the shelter. And what would have happened to you then? — That's right… You're right, Dad... I'm sorry I talked about you the last time. — Loona, tell me: Are you happy at all? — Blitz turned his serious gaze on her. The Hellhound twitched her ears slightly, and then smiled slightly, gently hugging him, hugging him to her. — I'm happy, Dad. I'm really happy, even though I behave like a troubled teenager sometimes. Loona pressed the imp carefully to her, wagging her tail slightly. Blitz relaxed in her arms, calmly hugging her. — Let me tell you the details of my past later? Right now I think we should go to bed, Looney. — Oh, yes, I think you're right, — the Hellhound got up with him from the floor, and then again carried him in her arms to the room to the bed, putting him down again and carefully covering him with a blanket, — That's it, and now go to sleep. Otherwise, if you get up, I'll bite you. Good night, Blitz, —Loona said with a grin, turning off the light and closing the door behind her, and she went to her room. Blitz was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, and then he remembered — Fuck! Stolas had the grimoire all this time! And I told Millie and Moxxie to take orders?! — BLITZ! SHUT UP AND GO TO FUCKING SLEEP! — Got it, sorry, Looney!

***

The next morning, Blitz did not wake up immediately. The alarm clock on his phone was ringing incessantly. In the end, he couldn't stand it, throwing the phone into the wall, smashing it to smithereens. This is not the first phone, but also not the main one. After barely lifting his carcass, he trudged to the bathroom, trying to clean himself up. In the end, he decided to look at himself in the mirror. But after a couple of seconds it cracked itself, which greatly angered the demon and he threw the mirror out of the window of the house, breaking it completely. After setting up another phone, checking if all the settings were in place, he poured himself coffee, but did not notice that he was pouring past the cup. At the last second, noticing how the coffee began to pour over the edge of the table, he did not think of anything better than just putting himself under the hot flowing coffee stream, drinking the rest of the coffee.

In I.M.P:

Blitz was in the conference room, where Millie and Moxxie were sitting, listening to another Blitz plan, but both noticed that something was wrong with him. Blitz was barely standing on his feet, drawing something unclear on the board with a shaking hand. — Sir, are you all right? — Moxxie asked, deciding to find out first. Blitz turned to them, smiling broadly. — Yes, why? — Blitz asked, smiling, — Well, by the way, here's my brilliant plan for today! Since today is a full moon, it means that I will come to Stolas once again, we will have sex and his book is at our disposal until a certain moment, until he himself needs it. Everything is classic, guys. I'm sorry, yesterday it turned out that I was stupid, forgetting that Stolas had the grimoire, but I hope that you both had a good time together! Well, sometimes your boss is a little bit forgetful. — And yet, Blitz, there's clearly something wrong with you. For example, what happened to your horn? — Millie asked worriedly, pointing with her hand at the piece of horn on the tape that had slipped off. — I fell from a decent height. — But, B. You fall constantly, and now suddenly the horn fell off? Usually imps have very strong horns, which are not so easy to break even after falling from a skyscraper. You know that the condition of the horns also depends on the condition of the owner? And if the owner's condition is severe, it affects primarily his horns, which weaken and can break from a simple blow to the back of the head or from falling from a small height. — Millie's right, sir. If your horns have become weak, it means that you have big problems with your morale. — Blitz, what happened to you? Blitz only twitched his eye nervously, amazed that he was read like an open book. — And the color of your horns has become dull, Blitz… — So, let's get back to work after all? In the end, I'm here bo ... — Blitz staggered sharply, falling into a chair, and then looked in amazement at the dumbfounded and worried Millie and Moxxie, and then defiantly threw his legs on the table, throwing his hands behind his head, pretending to be a business boss. They just looked at each other in silence, understanding everything perfectly. — Okay, Blitz, how long are you going to hide your real condition? — Moxxie asked with a squint, realizing that his boss wouldn't last long at this rate. Blitz just snorted, rolling his eyes, waving his hand in his direction. — What do you know about the hidden state, Mox? I'm not hiding anything, I'm what I usually am. — You're weak, — Moxxie said sharply, which made Blitz shudder and he fell off his chair. Millie and Moxxie immediately ran up to him, helping him get up from the floor. Blitz gave Moxxie a very judgmental look, and Moxxie felt uncomfortable. — Moxxie, why so abruptly? — Millie was unhappy with her husband's verbal attack on her boss. — I'm sorry, sir, I just wanted you to understand that in such a serious condition you will not be able to last long. — What the fuck do you mean, Moxxie?! — Blitz was incredibly outraged by such a statement, squinting with displeasure and clenching his hands into fists, banging on the table, — How the fuck dare you call me weak?! — Because it is, Blitz! You are weakened and very much so! You need serious help, and that's what I'm hinting at, because otherwise you don't understand! Blitz growled irritably, but he understood that Moxxie was absolutely right. He looked down at the floor. — I'm not as weak as I look… — Shall we check? — Mox, what are you... — Blitz did not have time to finish, when suddenly a pencil flew in his direction, which he tried to grab with his tail, but missed and the pencil hit his head with a rather loud "bonk", — What the fuck?! — Reflex testing, sir. — There's nothing fucking wrong with my reflexes! — I don't think so, Blitzo. Blitz was scared, screaming and recoiling from his seat, managing to fall off his feet, fortunately he was caught a few centimeters from the floor. Looking up, he noticed Fizzarolli in front of him, holding him in his hands. Millie and Moxxie stared dumbfounded at the unexpected visitor I.M.P. — FIZZ?! — The imp stared at his friend dumbfounded, not expecting to see him here. — Fizzarolli?! — Millie and Moxxie said in unison, and then grabbed their weapons, preparing to defend the boss, because they remembered that their relationship was difficult. — Quickly put your toys back in place! — Blitz barked, blocking Fizz with himself, even though he was barely standing on his feet. Millie and Moxxie stared at him blankly, and then looked at Fizz, who innocently held his hands in front of him, showing that he was peaceful. — I don't understand, sir, aren't you enemies? After what happened in Loo-Loo Land and at Ozzy's? — Moxxie asked, squinting incredulously at the jester, who himself did not particularly trust these two. — No, damn it, we're not enemies, you fucking fool! No longer enemies, and I wouldn't say that we were...— Said Blitz, withdrawing the attack from his workers. — Oh, well, since Fizzarolli is no longer the enemy, then that's good! — Millie threw her weapon aside, smiling sweetly, and then remembered something, — Oops… Fizzarolli stared at her with displeasure, perfectly remembering how she hit him on the head with a guitar at Ozzy's. Millie grinned awkwardly, scratching her elbow. — I'm sorry for hitting you on the head then… — Okay ... — Fizzarolli said with a slight squint, and then looked at Blitz, seeing what he was in, — Yeah, as I thought: you're barely on your feet. — Not at all! — Blitz tried to stand straight on his feet, but still staggered due to severe weakness, - I'm fine and can work. What are you doing here, Fizz, it's dangerous for you to wander alone… — No, not in Imp City, mate. I came here because I felt in my gut that you were in a semi-dead state here! — It's not true! — Blitz was still denying his terrible condition. — It's true, you stubborn sheep, — Fizz wrapped his limbs around him, and then dragged him somewhere with him, — You're not working today. — Again?! Fizz, let me go, my clients will tear me to pieces, though I will only be able to work from tomorrow and… — Fuck your customers, Blitz. And you two... — Fizz glanced at Millie and Moxxie, — Suck and fuck with variety ~ — The fool laughed nastily, leaving the office together with Blitz, leaving the stunned Millie and Moxxie alone, although they did not mind.

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Meanwhile, Fizz brought Blitz to some place, while blindfolding him with some cloth. Blitz trusted him, but had no idea where he was being led. Fizz did remove the blindfold from his eyes and a painfully familiar landscape appeared in front of them: The same lake with blue glowing flowers. Blitz couldn't believe his eyes that this was really the place. Fizz got ashore with him, just like in the old days. Blitz silently looked around, still dumbfounded by such an unexpected surprise from Fizz. He turned his gaze to the jester and looked at him, as in the past, in love. Fizz looked at him, smiling sweetly, as he had then. And they were sitting exactly in their places. Blitz decided to move a little closer to him, but he fell on the sand, as in his youth, because of his clumsiness, Fizz laughed again, and then plopped down on him with his carcass, not letting him get up. Blitz just grinned, slightly fiddling with the bells on him jester's hat. The jester lazily stretched out on it, and then purred. — Oh, you're purring loudly again, Fizz, — the imp grinned, stroking his head, which made him purr even more, continuing to caress him like a cat. Blitz himself was lying relaxed, just enjoying his company and looking at the sky. Meanwhile, Fizz began to bite his neck, nuzzling it with his nose, which caused Blitz to shrink slightly, letting out a quiet laugh. However, the jester did not stop, continuing to bite his neck slightly, creating a tickling sensation and thereby making the imp laugh. — It tickles, Fizz, you're doing it again! Stop it! — Oh, and you seem to mind~ — Tch... smart bastard, okay… Fizz continued where he left off, hugging and gently rubbing against Blitz, and then realized something. — I won't be able to hit you with my horns this time, — Fizz said, sitting on the imp's chest, looking into his eyes. The ends of the jester's hat fell on Blitz's face, which created an even more comical situation between them. Blitz nevertheless removed the ends of his hat from his face and looked at the overhanging fool above him, slightly closing his eyes in a relaxed manner. Fizz was smiling happily, sitting on top of him. — Just like in those days, Blitz — Yeah, hope I don't throw up this time! Fizz laughed again, punching him in the chest, remembering this incident. — But you wanted to tell me something then. Since everything is obvious now and I already know it, now you can voice what you didn't voice last time, Blitz. The jester rolled over from the imp's chest, getting up with him from the sand, and holding hands with him. Blitz looked into his eyes, remembering how it was in the past when they were teenagers in love. — Fizz… I... — Blitz began to speak, but stalled a little, gritting his teeth, — I... — Come on, Blitz, we both know that. It remains only to voice it. Don't be afraid. Everything is so obvious. — Okay ... — Blitz breathed in decisively, squeezing Fizz's hands a little harder in his, getting as close to his face as possible, looking into his eyes, — I love you, Fizzarolli. — And I love you too, Blitz. After that, the imps merged in a kiss, embracing each other, wishing that this moment would never end. They caressed, purring like cats and slightly biting each other. Their tails quickly intertwined with each other, eventually forming a heart shape between them. The imps interrupted the kiss by looking at their tails, and then looked at each other again, smiling happily, after which they continued the interrupted kiss, eventually falling on the sand, continuing their demonic passion between themselves while they were alone and no one could stop them, because only the two of them knew about this place and more nobody. Blitz and Fizzarolli just enjoyed this time spent with each other, but even this will be extremely small to compensate for the lost fifteen years. In the end, it came to undressing and this time the demons did not stop, deciding to go to the very end, since they both had no restrictions, and therefore they decided to have sex, completely not limiting themselves in their lustful desires and thoughts.

To be continued...