Conflict is resolved

Meanwhile, urgent repairs of Fizzarolli's limbs were carried out at Asmodeus' house. The jester was in an incredible rage and despair while Ozzy replaced his limbs, at the same time improving their strength so that it was impossible to shoot them anymore. Since Fizzarolli could not physically sit, Stolas helped to hold the little jester while Asmodeus performed a rather complicated operation. — I WILL FUCKING DESTROY THIS FUCKING BASTARD AND FUCK HIM IN ALL HOLES! SCUM! — Fizz snapped abruptly, being in an incredible rage, making Stolas and Asmodeus shudder, who immediately exchanged glances with each other, — Or rather I will strangle him with these hands, squeezing his body to small fucking atoms!!! — Hush, froggy… I promise you, we will do whatever you want with your enemies. If you want we can fuck them, or if you want we can tear them apart. — Don't worry, Fizzarolli… We will bring Blitz back. — I'm afraid that after hitting his head on the ground, he could lose his memory ... — Fizzarolli growled annoyingly, clenching his new hand into a fist while the other three limbs were replaced and improved in strength. Soon the repair of the jester was finished. Fizz tested all his abilities, jumping and springing all over the workshop, training his agility, and after calming down, he returned to the table where the operation was carried out, looking at the royal demons with a serious look. — Ozzy, I hope you made me bulletproof limbs this time. We need to check it out. — Oh, baby, but how do we check it...? We don't have pistols, — Asmodeus awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, feeling guilty about it. Fizzarolli grinned, and then went somewhere, soon returning with one of the pistols stolen from Blitz — Fizzarolli, where did you get the Blitz's gun?! Stolas asked dumbfounded, surprised by this phenomenon in the form of Fizz holding a gun in one of his hands. — Few people know, but I am a professional tickler thief. I not only managed to steal a gun from him time ago, but he has spare ones and I am also aware of this. I even managed to find out where they are hidden,— Fizz grinned proudly, bragging about his knowledge of his childhood best friend, and then pointed the gun at one of limbs, — Ozzy, get ready that you may need to do another operation on me. — Fizz?! — Asmodeus shouted dumbfounded, and then a shot was heard, forcing the higher demons to close their eyes and close their ears, because they were not used to hearing loud shots next to them. When they opened their eyes, they saw Fizzarolli standing calmly, checking the integrity of the arm he shot at. — Great! Ozzy, good boy, you did your best! Now, recently, we will all have to protect ourselves and get ready to show claws and fangs, as well as fight hard to survive, — Fizz said, putting the gun into the bosom of his jester suit, literally repeating action like Blitz, namely in a lilac cloak with a long three—pointed hem, similar to the Blitz suit in length, almost reaching to the floor — And also our goal is to save the one who saves us from trouble all the time: Blitz. Stolas and Asmodeus agreed with the jester, and then looked at each other seriously thinking. Stolas had an idea. — I know. We need to contact I.M.P. Millie and Moxxie Blitz workers, I think they can help. — You forget that he still has a hellhound that will tear anyone apart,— Fizz reminded, hanging from the ceiling in front of Stolas, slightly dumbfounding him. — But Blitzy doesn't like to put her in danger… — Believe me, Stolas, she'll tear up anyone for him. However, so am I. — And I… — I'm with you guys, — Said Asmodeus, — After all, he's your childhood friend, Fizzarolli — Great, then we call the I.M.P. team!

***

Now the I.M.P. team, Fizzarolli, Stolas and Asmodeus were at headquarters discussing a plan to save the Blitz. — Let's think logically: If Striker kidnapped Blitz, then he most likely dragged him to his cowboy lair, just like kidnapped Stolas last time. And maybe he wants to kill Blitz, so we can't delay! — Moxxie was walking around the table where everyone else was sitting, saying his assumptions, — Therefore, we should go to the lair from where we rescued Stolas! — This is fucking illogical, Foxxy, — Fizzarolli snorted, still disliking this smart guy, and boringly propping his head on his hand, — The plan is bullshit. — Do you have a better plan, jester?! — Hey! Calm down already, fatty! — Loona barked, getting annoyed and growling at Moxxie, — It seems to me it would be more logical if I tried to calculate his location by smell. I'm a hellhound after all. The whole office literally smelled of his scent! You don't feel because you're not hellhounds. — Well, Loona, then can you calculate his approximate location right now? Stolas asked, fiddling with his royal top hat a little nervously. — No problem, — Loona got up from the table, sniffing, and soon began to walk around the meeting room, soon starting to get nervous and sniff more thoroughly, - What the fuck... — Loona turned to the audience with a frightened look, — I can't smell him… — WHAT?! — Everyone shouted in one voice, panicking. — How is this possible?! Have you lost all your sense of smell, a drunk dog?! — Moxxie barked angrily, pointing his finger at the hellhound, to which it growled aggressively. — Calm down! — Asmodeus said loudly, banging his fist on the table. Given his considerable height, he rested his head against the ceiling of the office, — Focus on finding the Blitz, and do not panic. There's no need to panic now! — Ozzy's right, focus, guys! Loona, you're his adopted daughter, how is it possible that you can't smell him? Fizz asked, crossing his arms over his chest in displeasure. — I don't know, okay?! I myself don't understand why I can't feel it. Usually, I could smell it from the ring of hell next to us, approximately, but now… I'm worried, because there has never been such a thing that his smell just disappeared. The team fell silent, thinking about it, trying to come up with another plan. — Okay, let's think about where Striker could have taken Blitz? — Millie said, also worried and hoping to find her boss sooner. Stolas turned his thoughtful gaze to Fizzarolli. — Fizzarolli, last time both you and Blitz were kidnapped, right? —That's right, — Fizz said softly, sighing. — WHAT?! — Millie, Moxxie and Loona, who didn't know about it, screamed at the same time. — Was he kidnapped last time?! — Loona asked dumbfounded, — And this bastard lied to me that he just had another hard day?! Does he not trust me at all?! Loona got up from the table, annoyed by the fact that Blitz had hidden the truth about his abduction from her. She was hurt that he didn't trust her. — He didn't tell us anything either, — Millie said dumbfounded, exchanging glances with Moxxie. — And why did he hide it from us? — Moxxie thought, frowning, — He definitely has something to hide! — That explains his depressed state, — Millie said again, — he's hiding something from all of us. — Yes, it's connected with our past with him, calm down ... — Said Fizzarolli, stopping the hubbub, — During that abduction, we were able to reconcile with him and find out why we had a conflict. Because of the usual misunderstanding. — But then what is your conflict related to? — Millie asked, even more worried. Fizarolli got up from the table, slowly pulling off the jester's hat from his head, showing small stumps instead of horns. Also, the same mark that Blitz had was preserved on his forehead, only all this time it was hidden under a buffoon's hat. The I.M.P. team was horrified. — You have the same mark on your forehead as Blitz... — said Moxxie, pointing his finger at the mark on Fizzarolli's forehead. He nodded silently, and then put his hat back on. — Exactly. We have been friends together since childhood. We grew up together, worked in the circus together, and both suffered in a terrible fire, left with scars on our bodies. It was an accident. Blitz didn't want to start a fire on my birthday… He accidentally pushed that imp carrying a cake with lighted candles into the tent… Well, there the fire from the candles began to grow more and more… And then there was an explosion because of the damn fireworks, one of which flew right into my face, blowing up my fucking horns. So my white face is the same as Blitz's on the right side of his face. It's one huge burn on the whole face. Only my nose remained intact. Well. Now you all know the truth. Stolas and Asmodeus listened to the story again, feeling sorry for Fizz and Blitz. Moxxie and Millie sat absolutely stunned, but Loona was no less shocked, remembering all the conversations with Blitz in the past, remembering that he once mentioned some kind of fire. Everything was clear to her now. And at the same time, it is terribly uncomfortable, because she did not know about such difficult details of the Blitz's past. But all this did not negate the fact that she was still offended that Blitz did not trust her. And it seems he didn't trust anyone else, preferring to keep everything to himself. Although Loona herself did not trust anyone, but she gradually revealed herself to her adoptive father and her friend Vortex. — Why didn't he tell us before? — Millie asked with annoyance, — He's used to hiding everything in himself, isn't he? — Well, thanks to me, you all have a chance to learn some facts about this asshole. And here is one of them: He really closed himself in after that incident and somehow I still manage to open it again, — Fizzarolli said, sitting among the others at the table, thoughtfully tapping his fingers on it. — What if he's been brainwashed? It will been even worse than murder, — Moxxie said, as nervous as the others. — After all, if this is the case, then we will have to return everything back ... — Millie nervously fidgeted with a piece of crumpled paper on the table. — Unless he wants to kill us all,— Moxxie added. —Oh, no, he won't dare, — Fizzarolli squinted, — I don't think he has enough brainwashed to convince himself that he wants to kill us. He wouldn't dare. But if he dares, he will deal with me and will regret it very much. Everyone looked at Fizzarolli warily, exchanging glances and whispering among themselves. — But, Fizzy, you're not a fighter, you said it yourself, — Ozzy looked at Fizarolli with concern, to which he laughed. — I may not be a fighter, but I don't have to be one to defeat someone I've known all my life. I know all his tricks, peculiarities and weaknesses. Plus my limbs are bulletproof from now on, so bullets won't hurt them if he decides to shoot at them. I may not be physically stronger than him, but I am more cunning and I will survive if there is a serious fight between us. Fizzarolli's rant was interrupted by a text message that came to Loona's phone about where the Blitz was. — They sent the location where Blitz is was. They demand that Fizzarroli come there if we want him to survive, — Loona retold the essence of the SMS, — It looks like some kind of old two—story abandoned building. The conditions state that Fizzarolli must go alone. — Fizzarolli?! — Asmodeus asked dumbfounded, hugging the little fool to himself, — They will kill him, it's obvious! — They won't kill me, Oz. We're not fools either, and I know what to do~

***

Soon, Fizarolli arrived at the right drop-off, looking around along the way. Secretly, he was accompanied by a carefully hidden I.M.P. team, waiting on the street, preparing to run to the abandoned house in case of danger to save him, but the higher demons were told to stay safe, namely in Asmodeus' house, since this mansion is huge and there are a lot of places to hide in case of danger. It was impossible to put them in danger, they could be seriously injured and killed by the sacred weapon, which was always with Striker. Although they were two powerful demons, they were not fighters, plus they could easily be neutralized with a sacred rope and other things. Therefore, a team of hired assassins led by Fizzarolli, who got into the taste, went on this difficult mission themselves. The jester had a serious score to settle with Striker. If he was afraid of him before, now he hates him so much that he is ready to kill him with his own hands. The jester opened the door of the abandoned building, going inside, looking around, going further and further into the building. He was alert and focused, having learned this from Blitz, just by watching him, so this self-study through observation may well help him. Meanwhile, Blitz was hiding on the ceiling, sitting on a wooden beam, silently aiming a pistol at him, but the beam under him abruptly broke and he crashed down with a noise not far from Fizzarolli. The jester turned sharply, looking at the fallen imp, and rejoicing that he was alive and that no one was holding him captive. — Blitzo! Well, your clumsiness is always with you, isn't it, buddy? It looks like someone has gained extra weight, since the beams are breaking under him? — Fizz slowly approached the imp sitting on the floor, who, upon hearing his wrong name, immediately pointed the gun at the jester, grinning angrily and growling. Fizzarolli immediately stopped, holding out his hands in front of him as a sign of protection and noticed that the sclera of Blitz's eyes were red, and the iris was white, and this strained him. He realized that this was not Blitz he had known all his life. Blitz got up from the floor, not taking the gun off the jester, growling with hatred, looking at him. — Hey, what does your look mean? — Fizzarolli decided to try to get in touch with him. — It's a look of hatred for you, whore! You ruined my life by leaving scars on me! I lost my memory because of you! Fizz froze, remembering the moment when he tried to save Blitz when a Striker shot him while the jester trying taking him off a lamppost, but could not do it because the limbs were brutally defused. Fizz blamed himself for this. That he wasn't fast enough to help him. — Blitz, I'm sorry… I just wasn't fast enough to avoid you falling off that pole.… It's really my fault… — I don't care about your lying apologies, asshole. Anyway, my goal is to kill you, so say your pathetic last word before I shoot you in the head. You only know how to lie, I was warned about it! — Did you really believe them?! You've been brainwashed! Look at you! Who do you look like now?! You're not the Blitz I've known all my life… The imp only growled louder, clutching the gun in his hand, looked at his reflection in the mirror hanging on the wall, frowned harder, and then turned his gaze to Fizzarolli. — You don't know anything about me, bitch! Shut your stinking mouth! — Blitz was about to shoot, when suddenly the jester knocked the gun out of his hands, instantly extending his hand in his direction. — You're wrong. I know almost everything about you, Blitzo… — "O" is silent now, bitch! If you claim to know about me, then you should know that I hate when they say "o" in my name at the end! — Blitz continued to show hostility and aggression and began to approach the jester threateningly, and then stopped, squinting intently. — I know, but I called you that quite often and you stopped being annoyed. Moreover, Blitzo is your real name from birth, — Fizzarolli began to approach him slowly. Blitz growled furiously, getting on all fours, hissing loudly at him, the crest on his back twitched furiously, — I know for sure that despite the fact that you were brainwashed, the real you are somewhere inside… Blitz growled in his gut, squinting, and after thinking about something, got up from the floor, laughing angrily, and then looked with a grin at Fizzarolli, crossing his arms over his chest — Well, stupid jester, I have enough information on you. So you're a celebrity, aren't you? Fizzarolli. The jester is an performer. The main star of the Ring of Greed and Lust. With their robo-copies everywhere. You correspond to this one hundred percent. The main face of the Mammon brand. A real icon. Fizzarolli tensed, listening to him. — But also besides the fact that you are an performer, you are also a whore who is ready to fuck with anyone who meets on your way. — What are you... — Fizz was getting angry, even though Blitz wasn't to blame for it, because it wasn't actually him. — Oh, I think I hurt your feelings, didn't I? — Blitz came right up to the jester, looking into his eyes, — It's a shame to hear the truth about yourself, right? I thought the truth couldn't hurt you. And the fact that you and your cock king of vibrators are a hypocrite… Does this fact hurt you too? ~ Blitz spoke with a terribly angry and vile tone, which no one had ever heard before. Fizzarolli was straining more and more because of this, but he tried not to lose his vigilance, carefully watching the imp pacing around him and viciously wagging his tail, which sometimes clicked in the air. — Perhaps you consider yourself special? The one and only? Something doesn't seem to be true, — Blitz viciously pushed the fool, forcing him to hit his back against the wall. Fizz growled softly after the blow, squinting his eyes, watching the angry Blitz. His words really hurt and it was difficult to resist it, but it was necessary. — But if it hurts you so much, I can soften up a little over you by talking about you in your style, in which you humiliated Crimson's Mafia, — Blitz grinned viciously, snapping his fingers. — By the way, we did it together, Blitzo! — Shut up, jester!

(it is recommended to include the Maneskin — Gossip song at this moment for the atmosphere of the moment)

The lighting became dimmer. Fizzarolli looked around anxiously, because the Blitz had disappeared and this scared the jester, and he was losing his vigilance. Suddenly, music started playing, which made Fizz tense up even more. The jester went to the place where it was more or less light, hoping to protect himself at least a little. Suddenly he heard behind him the sounds of the heels of Blitz's boots, who at the same second was next to him, grabbing his shoulders, grinning devilishly, looking into his eyes, and then sang, forcing Fizz to remember his distracting song at that moment.

Welcome to the city of lies Where everything's got a price It's gonna be your new favorite place

The imp slightly spinning the jester, throwing him aside, continuing to sing, exerting psychological pressure on him.

You can be a movie star And get everything you want Just put some plastic on your face

Blitz pressed Fizzarolli into the wall, and then pressed cheek to cheek against him and ran a clawed hand along his cheek, and then on his own, on the right side scar burn, and then moved away from him, continuing the song.

This place is a circus You just see the surface They cover shit under the rug

The imp was pacing around the room and playfully tragically put his hand on his forehead, jumping on an old table, and then glanced at the jester, grinning, and jumping to the floor, again advancing on him, forcing him to back away.

You can't see they're faking They'll never be naked Just fill your drink with tonic gin This is the American dream, so

Fizzarolli continued to watch the show before him, not getting rid of the idea that the situation was similar to his distracting song, at the same time analyzing how terrible they "reprogrammed" Blitz.

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

Blitz lit a lighter, and then set fire to some kind of stick, throwing it up, deftly catching and spinning it in his hand while Fizz watched in stunned amazement, and then Blitz stopped the rotation of the stick, extinguishing it and easily breaking it, throwing it aside, thereby parodying those fiery performances of Fizzarolli at Mammon. And then he was walking straight at Fizz again, pressing him into the wall, putting his hands on either side of his head, getting as close to his face as possible, grinning angrily.

You're not iconic, you are just like them all Don't act like you don't know, so

Fizzarolli endured being pressed, looking for the right moment to get out of this whole situation.

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

Blitz stood in front of the mirror, looking with disappointment at his reflection, leaning against his palm, and then turned to Fizz, glaring at him

You're not iconic, you are just like them all Don't act like you don't know, oh!

— If you really hated me, you wouldn't repeat my tricks, Blitz. Especially since your subconscious gives you away, you know? — Shut up! Don't interfere with my performance, you stupid jester! It's necessary to have fun before I kill you! It really hurt Fizzarolli to hear the humiliation and psychological pressure in the form of a song addressed to him, but he endured, just watching what would happen next. And there was a sequel ahead.

Keep drinking and acting cool Don't care if your day is blue Nobody loves a gloomy face, just

The jester clenched his teeth, clenching his hands into fists, while the imp huddled around him, eventually approaching him from behind, pulling the corners of his lips up with his index fingers, smiling maliciously himself and just mocked singing the lines of the song on. These lines reminded Fizz of the past instantly.

Take your pills and dance all night Don't think at all, that's the advice So c'mon, let's try, it's just a taste

In the hands of Fizzarolli appear antidepressants that he once took when he was trying to mentally recover from the loss of limbs and horns. However, these pills belonged to Blitz, since he went to a psychologist who prescribed him these pills. Fizzarolli looked at the pills in his hands with pain, slightly squeezing them in his hands. At that time, Blitz continued to huddle around him, watching him, performing an evil song further, at one point again spinning him in the dance, sharply bending him over the floor, looking into his eyes.

This place is a circus You just see the surface They cover shit under the rug

Blitz again got as close to his face as possible, passing his hand over his cheek, and then lowered it lower and slightly squeezed his throat through the jester collar, grinning viciously.

You can't see they're faking They'll never be naked Just fill your drink with tonic gin This is the American dream, so

Fizzarolli abruptly broke out of his grip, falling to the floor, but quickly grouped and squinting watching him further, waiting for another meanness, losing sight of the imp for a second, but then again found him standing on an old table with a bottle with some glowing liquid inside, which he drank between performances.

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

Blitz jumped off the table, smashing an empty bottle and hurling it towards Fizz, advancing on him, but he managed to dodge a second before that.

You're not iconic, you are just like them all Don't act like you don't know, so

The imp continued to attack the jester, pushing him and forcing him to back away or squeeze into the wall or fall to the floor, completely disorienting him.

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke Sip the gossip, burn down your throat

Blitz once again pushed Fizz into the wall, receiving for a moment in response a predatory look of the same reddened sclera and white iris, and this was the last straw.

You're not iconic, you are just like them all Don't act like you don't know, oh!

Both imps rushed at each other to the instrumental in the song, falling to the floor, biting and scratching each other, growling furiously and hissing at the same time, fighting like cats. Fizz grabbed Blitz with his limbs, throwing him high up to the ceiling, trying to disorient him, to which he only grinned, clinging to a beam on the ceiling, using circus skills that you can never kill in him, and Blitz climbed on it just deciding to finish the song.

Sip the gossip, drink 'til you choke Sip the gossip, burn down your throat You're not iconic, you are just like them all Don't act like you don't know, oh!

The jester growled angrily, running his hands in his direction to grab him. However, Blitz deftly dodged, grinning maliciously, and then noticed his gun on the floor, rushing to him to finish off the jester, and rapidly running along some thin beam on the ceiling. Fizz involuntarily recalled a recent Blitz training session and just waited for the moment. Meanwhile, the imp, having reached the right place, jumped down directly to his gun, but abruptly hung in the air, as he was grabbed by hands of the jester —Oh, you fucking whore! — Blitz clung to Fizzarolli's hand with his teeth, which he later regretted and only whined piteously, covering his mouth with his hand, because he hurt himself. — It's stupid to bite metal, Blitz! You'll break your teeth! Haven't worn braces for a long time? — The jester said with a grin, seeing his pathetic attempts to get out, but mentally it hurt him that Blitz did not voluntarily hurt himself, because he was literally under hypnosis and not himself. However, since Blitz considered him an enemy, Fizz decided to step into the role. And even though it was still difficult for him after the humiliating song in his address, he held on to his goal: To return the real Blitz. Moreover, he knew that his friend would never have humiliated him so cruelly and these thoughts helped Fizz to stay afloat and not succumb to psychological pressure. Meanwhile, Blitz reached out with his tail to the pistol on the floor, throwing it into his hand and shot at Fizz's hand, which was holding him, but to his surprise, not even a scratch remained. Having got used to the role of the villain for him, Fizzarolli laughed angrily. — Naive silly, Blitzo ~ — With these words, the jester took the gun away again, and then let the confused imp fall to the floor, — Don't you think it's not fair that you have a gun and I don't? It weak to defeat your enemy without him, Blitzy? ~ Or are you a weak and defenseless imp in a melee? ~ Blitz growled furiously, clenching his hands into fists, getting up from the floor and burning Fizz with a hateful look, waving his tail in displeasure, clicking it in the air. — It's weak for you not to use your long, like noodles limbs?! Blitz asked with an evil grin, grinning at him, — Considering that without them you can't even move when they broken. And then you become so defenseless that you want to cry and die sooner, because a painful death will be waiting for you! — Wow, what dirty words are you saying, Blitzy~ I didn't think you were so toxic. I don't stretch them, Blitz, if that's what you want~ I'll be honest with you~ — You're lying, jester! You can't be trusted! Fizzarolli just laughed, and then abruptly wrapped around his body, getting as close as possible to his face, smiling broadly. — How much poison have you already spat out, Blitzo~ You can't be so toxic — Get off me, you fucking jester! — Blitz growled, trying to break out of his grip, trying to bite again, but this time he did not do it, otherwise he would get pain in his teeth again. — You know, this whole situation reminds me more of a funny game of good and evil. So think about which of us is good and who is evil! Fizzarolli said, laughing angrily, sliding off the Blitz, and then hiding from his eyes. The imp growled angrily, thrusting his hand into his bosom, keeping there the red dagger that Striker had given him, preparing to pull out at the moment the fool approached him to stab him. Fizz already knew everything in advance, so he acted extremely carefully so as not to fall under this dagger. Blitz continued to look around, looking for the annoying jester with only one desire that he was inspired to: Finish him off. Since Fizzarolli is a jester, he decided to play his role as a villain jester for the Blitz, aiming to defeat him. Clown paraphernalia was used. First of all, Fizz hung down from the ceiling, taunting Blitz pokes him on the shoulder, forcing him to turn around and splashed water from a flower in his face, disorienting him for a second, and Blitz immediately swung a clawed hand at the jester, hissing, fortunately Fizz quickly climbed back, and after a second he was behind the imp, grinning maliciously and slightly moving with clawed fingers, instantly got his hand under his clothes, trying to find a dangerous dagger there to neutralize. Blitz gave a little cry of fright, and then hit the jester's metal prosthesis with his hand, crying out again, but this time in pain, pressing his hand to himself, squinting in pain. — FUCK, HOW YOU ANNOY ME! — The imp took out a dagger, then immediately attacked Fizz, knocking him to the floor, sitting on top of him, and with two hands held the dagger over him to inflict a fatal wound, tying his limbs with his tail. — You're making the same mistake again, Blitz, — Fizz chuckled, but realized that the situation was starting to get out of control. — I don't know what you're talking about, but say goodbye to life, you fucking bitch! — Blitz, grinning viciously, raised a dagger over him, swinging. — Wow, wow, wow! This is already superfluous! — The jester quickly stretched out his limbs and grabbed his fingers into the sides of the Blitz sitting on him, who was preparing to deliver a powerful blow, and quickly moved his fingers, tickling him, noticeably digging fingers into his body. Blitz clenched his teeth, trying to endure the tickling, but cringed and laughed strangled, instantly jumping off him, throwing jester's hands away from him and thereby dropped the dagger to the floor, closing his hands in defense from Fizz and clenching his teeth, growling angrily at the fool, being irritated by the situation, viciously slapping his tail on the floor. Fizz caught his breath slightly, avoiding a threat to his life, and then got up from the floor, slightly dusted himself off and looked at Blitz, breathing a sigh of relief. — It's lucky that you're ticklish, otherwise I would definitely be the end, — Fizz grinned and safely got rid of the dagger, and then look at Blitz, who meanwhile managed to get another dagger, planning an attack, and then imp abruptly darted in his direction, swinging another dagger, but in his unfortunately he slipped on a banana peel thrown by Fizz on the floor, and comically crashing into the wall, dropping this dagger, which the jester quickly took away, like the last one. — And your clumsiness is still with you, Blitzo ~ Aren't you tired of trying to kill me? — Fizz asked, cocking his head slightly to one side, jingling his bells. In response, only an angry growl was heard, — Okay, apparently not. Barking angrily, Blitz rushed at Fizz again, trying to grab his throat with his teeth, since he had no weapons left because of the cunning jester who disarmed him and still managed to bite him in the neck through the collar, to which Fizz languidly and vulgarly groaned, arching slightly and stroking his cheek. — Aaah~ Harder, Daddy~ — — WHAT THE FUCK?! Blitz choked on air, coughing and jumping off Fizz, slightly backing away from him, growling angrily. Fizz took out a rubber squeaking hammer from his bosom, and then hit the top of the imp's head with it, creating another comical situation as soon as he darted in his direction again. Blitz continued to get annoyed and meanwhile, rummaging through his pockets, tried to find at least some weapons, but found nothing, and then looked at Fizz again, grinning angrily, nervously twitching the tip of his tail, backing away from him. Fizz, meanwhile, was coming at him, grinning maliciously. — You know, I could turn a blind eye to your insults to me, but I'm vindictive, so you're out of luck ~ — Fizz said teasingly, continuing to go at the unarmed imp, pressing him into the wall, holding him tightly, — And therefore you should be taught a lesson for how you humiliated me. Revenge awaits you. — And what are you going to do to me, bitch?! — Blitz continued to be poisonous, not wanting to contact, — You don't know anything about me and you won't do anything to me! Or if you want to gut me so badly, then do it! Or are you too weak to do it? Anyway, I'm not afraid of you, you pathetic bastard! In response to this, Fizzarolli simply wrapped one arm around him, wrapping it around imp's body, knocking him to the floor, and he lay down next to him on the floor, propping his head with his hand, watching the nervous nervous attempts to escape of the imp and get to him to tear him to pieces. — Believe me, I know a lot about you. I can even say everything. Because we've been friends since childhood, you just don't remember it. — We're not friends, you fucking whore! — Blitz said, growling angrily and grinning, fidgeting in his grip, desperately pounding his feet on the floor. Fizzarolli just sighed, shaking his head. — I'll teach you a lesson later, but you won't understand why when everything goes back to normal. Now let's get serious, Blitz. Are you so convinced that you're working for the mafia? — I'm not going to believe you anyway! But yes! I'm an important member of the mafia family. I am appreciated and I am the most cruel and dangerous fighter! — Still, Blitz reluctantly got in touch with Fizzarolli, — And my family told me not to believe you, damn asshole! — Your family? — Fizz sighed heavily, — They're not your family, Blitz. — Then who is it? You? Bullshit, I said I don't believe you! — Blitz, your family is completely different. Just listen to me, okay? I can see the fear in your eyes. Blitz squinted from zeal, trying to escape, but eventually gave up, turning his head away from him, slightly shrinking, squinting incredulously. — I'm not afraid of anything… You can't know how I feel right now. — You feel fear and do not understand what is happening around you. You don't know who to believe. Blitz growled irritably, turning his head back to him. — I know! My family! — If they are your family, do they love you? This question took Blitz by surprise. He was confused, not knowing the answer. He just silently looked away. — Family, Blitz, is when you are loved and taken care of. Did the Mafia take care of you? — A little… — And love? — I don't know! Get off! — The imp growled irritably, turning away from him again, gritting his teeth. It looks like his subconscious has started to speak for itself. — Well, you don't even know when you were born, do you? — Is it that important?! Why are you bothering me?! What do you want?! Haven't you ruined my life enough?! — You don't remember the harsh truth, but I have to remind you of everything you've been through. You've been tricked, Blitz! The Mafia is not your family! You're just living by deception! — I don't have to believe you! Enough! Leave me alone, you damn jester! Get away... — Blitz clenched his teeth again, as if in pain, shrinking more, turning away from him, showing himself a defenseless imp. Small tears glistened in the corners of his eyes. Fizz noticed this while thinking about how to proceed. After thinking a little, he loosened his grip, releasing Blitz, but he continued to lie on the floor, huddled, covering his head with his hands and quietly sobbed. The jester silently watched him, and then decided to take a chance and hugged him, hugging him, rubbing his nose against his cheek. Blitz sat in his arms for a while, but still pushed him away from himself, backing away, losing confidence in everyone he knew from the mafia, but still not trusting the jester. Fizz looked at him dumbfounded and worried, sitting on the floor, and then stood up, but did not make any movements in his direction until he was sure that he would not be more or less calm. — I... I don't believe you! I don't believe anyone! — Blitz managed to find a gun, aiming at Fizz, growling angrily, — One extra move and I shoot, asshole!!! — Okay-okay ... — Fizz put his hands behind his back, calmly standing not far from him, — I'll just wait until you start to calm down. — In your fucking dream, bitch! — Blitz growled, his hands trembling slightly and Fizz noticed it. — You're nervous. And you're very nervous, Blitz. — You don't know how I feel right now! — No, I know how you feel. Before you lost your memory, you experienced frustration, apathy, depression and self-loathing. You pushed everyone away from you using sarcasm and aggression. — You... you can't… It's not true! — Blitz shouted desperately, holding a pistol in his trembling hands, nervously wagging his tail. — It's true, Blitz. I know the real truth. I just want to help you get your memory back. Let me help you. I don't want you to live a fake life. You're not you. — If… If you really know me so well, then tell me five facts about me, smartass! Which I may not know! — Okay, I could list more, but five so five, let's start: You love horses so much that you're just fucking turned on them. — And how can you prove it? — Blitz raised an eyebrow skeptically, not taking the gun away from him. — Look in your pocket and pull out the keys. — What... — Blitz squinted at him incomprehensibly, and then with his free hand he reached into his pocket, taking out keys with a horse keychain, looking at them in amazement, and then at Fizz. After waiting a second, he snorted, rolling his eyes and putting the keys back in place — This fact is suck… — But the most truthful. Fact two: You're a pervert. — And what do you think I should say to that? — You shoot on camera how your employees fuck. — What? Which employees? Employees of what? — The imp squinted at the jester with even greater disbelief, but there was interest in his gaze. — Employees of your business for the contract killing of people. You're not the mafia. Your name is Blitzo, but you yourself wanted to be called Blitz. "O" is silent now. You are the boss and manager of your own I.M.P. company, and professional hired killer. I still don't know how you got to this life, but if you like it, then fine. Millie and Moxxie are your employees. Loona is your adopted daughter hellhound. And I'm Fizzarolli. Your childhood friend. Fact three… — Enough... — Blitz looked away, holding out his hand in his direction, indicating with a "stop" gesture. — Understand me, Blitz, I once lost you for fifteen years and I don't want to lose you again, — Fizzarolli looked at him without moving from his place, — Especially since everything is fine with us. And we… We're not even just friends, Blitz. We've been secretly in love with each other since we were teenagers, but... we didn't have time to admit it then. But now everything is fine with you and me and I don't want to lose it all. The fact is that despite those fifteen years, we are still in love. The imp looked at the jester again, holding him at gunpoint, with a trembling hand, clenching his teeth, but with a heavy sigh lowered the pistol, throwing it away from him. Blitz sat down on the floor, holding his head, sighing convulsively, and then turned his gaze to Fizzarolli, narrowing his eyes in disbelief. His sclera turned the usual yellow, and his iris turned red. The jester breathed a sigh of relief after noticing the progress in the mission to return the Blitz. — And what do you want to tell me? Did you say you know me? Do you know my family? Are we in love? Who the fuck should I believe? You claim that I am being deceived, but where is the guarantee that you are not lying?! I can't trust anyone anymore... — The imp sighed convulsively, hugging himself by the shoulders as a sign of protection, — Then who is to blame for my burns? It's my fault, you mean?! Fizzarolli gritted his teeth, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head, looking at him, not knowing what to say to this. Blitz looked at him intently, thinking, and then looked away. — So I set myself on fire? But… — Are you ready to find out the truth, Blitz? — Fizzarolli carefully sat down next to him on the floor, looking at him with concern. — I'm... not sure... if what you say is true, then which of my lives will be better? The one that was suggested to me or supposedly real? The jester smiled slightly, putting his arm around his shoulder, although the imp did not appreciate this gesture, disgustedly removing his hand from his shoulder, hissing softly, sticking out his tongue at the same time. — Believe me, Blitz, real life is better than the fake one that you were inspired with. Whatever it is. I can't say that your real life is easy, because both you and I have been through really a lot of shit. And these burns... are connected with one incident, — Fizzarolli slowly pulled off his jester's hat, exposing the small stumps on his head. Blitz looked at these stumps incomprehensibly, internally feeling a vague anxiety. — What happened to your horns...? — Blitz asked dumbfounded, pointing his finger at Fizz's head. He sighed heavily, running his fingers over these stumps. — Well, this is exactly related to our common incident, Blitz. It was an accident. — An accident? — Blitz asked incomprehensibly, looking at the fool. Fizz nodded, and then continued the story. — I know it's going to hurt you to hear this right now, but... but you didn't want to start a fire on my birthday. It was an accident. You accidentally pushed a dude who was holding a cake with burning candles in his hands, and then… The explosion of fireworks. And this explosion hurt us both. And then there was a fire everywhere... but, sorry, the explosion hit me harder, because the firecrackers exploded right in my fucking face, blowing up my horns. And I lost my limbs altogether, and that's why you see this in front of you, — Fizz demonstrated his hands, making smooth waves with them, and then twisting them in different ways. Blitz watched this phenomenon in silence and amazement, and then looked at Fizz, noticing a mark on his forehead, which he had recently noticed on himself, — But you also suffered quite badly in that fire, as you can see from your right side of your face. The same white spots on your neck, chest, legs, arms and tail. — You have the same mark as me... — Blitz said softly, pointing a finger at Fizz's forehead. — Yeah. Because it's a special symbol associated with the circus owned by your father, where you and I literally grew up together and performed together too. Although your father is a bastard, forgive the expression, who made us hate each other for fifteen fucking years after that incident! — Fizz growled irritably, remembering Blitz's father. He sat next to him incomprehensibly and confused, listening to the truth, being slightly depressed. He took off his gloves, looking at two large white scars-spots on his hands, and then ran his hand over the right side of his face, thinking. — That is, I am to blame for these scars myself… And I'm to blame for what happened to you… It's all… My fault... — In order not to see these scars, Blitz put the gloves back on. — Technically, yes, but you didn't want to hurt anyone. Everyone rejected you without even listening to you. Your twin sister, alas, still hates you. After the incident, you and I met twice in fifteen years before we sorted it all out. The conflict is resolved, Blitz. We should have just talked then. We could have done it right after the incident, because I was worried that you had disappeared. I even thought for a while that you died in that fire… It turns out that you tried to visit me and talk to me, you came to me to explain everything, because at that time I was the only thing you had left, because everyone else rejected you, but they kept us at a distance, not allowing us to meet. And... your mom… Blitz became alert when he heard the mention of his mother, as his subconscious began to sound the alarm. Fizz shifted his gaze to the Blitz choker, lightly touching it with his fingertips, and then looked into his eyes. — That choker on your neck belonged to her… This is your memory of her, Blitz. She died in that fire… The pupils of the imp instantly narrowed from the terrible realization that he was involved in a terrible tragedy in which he lost his mother, made his sister hate him with his father and the others who worked in the circus and deprived the horns and limbs of the Fizzarolli sitting next to him. He slowly looked up at the jester, tears welled up in his eyes, as did Fizz, who remembered everything that had happened. Still, he concentrated, wiping his eyes with his hand, and then looked at Blitz. — Well, it was a difficult past, but now we live in a completely different way, Blitz. This is the main part of the truth, in order to at least partially restore your lost memory. — I—I'm terribly sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't know... — Blitz looked away, hardly realizing that he had been cruelly deceived and that his whole life was completely different, albeit very difficult, — I don't even know what kind of real I am… — If you believe me, I'll help you find out, — Fizzarolli smiled slightly, holding out his hand. Blitz looked down at Fizz's hand, and then carefully stretched out his own, touching the cold metal with his fingertips, and then frowned slightly, as if remembering something, slightly squeezing his hand with his own. Fizz watched him silently, making no unnecessary movements so as not to scare him off. Blitz looked up at him, his pupils slightly dilated. — You know, we reconciled when we were kidnapped by the mafia, which is deceiving you. You saved me then. Several times. But I saved you once too, because otherwise you would have been shot in front of my eyes. You were so confused at that moment. — Did they try to shoot me? — Blitz realized with horror that those who treated him supposedly kindly were actually real villains who deceived him. — Exactly. It was the first time I saw you so confused. Before that, we had a skirmish and just the beginning of clarifying the conflict. Because I started accusing you of it and saying that you don't care, and then you shouted at the top of your voice that you care and that it was an accident that you regret to this day and can't forgive yourself. Usually you are always focused, but at that moment you were very broken. And you didn't see how they were aiming at your back. You would have been shot if I hadn't pulled you away in time. — So… It was all a lie... — Blitz frowned slightly, clenching his hands into fists, — They deceived me! — And by the way, it looks like something was stabbed in your neck. Well, that explains why the hell you wanted to kill me so badly. Blitz involuntarily rubbed his neck, remembering how it itched earlier. — Apparently it is. — However, there was a pretty cool moment in our escape in the form of a distracting song. You suggested this idea yourself, remembering how we stole your father's booze. It was really cool and fun, though dangerous. I distracted them with a song while you hacked our way out. And when you said that you would need another sixty seconds, I had to carry every absolute nonsense. I even just stupidly sang random Italian words. The faces of the mafiosi were just something! Do you remember anything? — Not really… Fizzarolli got up from his seat, clearing his throat slightly. Blitz looked at him questioningly, still sitting on the floor. — Puzza lasange. Contorni, limoncello, forte, piano. Buongiorno a la vongole. Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini. Cinghiale, Cinghiale! — Fizz sang, strutting around of Blitz, remembering those random Italian words from his distracting song. Blitz blinked a couple of times, and then covered his mouth with his hand, laughing softly. Fizz plopped down next to him again, smiling. — Yeah, just Italian random words. Well, what else did you want? You said you need sixty seconds, and that's it. You dig in there, and I suffer trying to distract them. I already had no room left, damn it! Blitz grinned awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head, feeling slightly guilty, glancing briefly at Fizzarolli, and then remembered something, thinking. — Fizzarolli… You said we were in love — That's right, Blitz. We are still in love. — But… I don't feel it… Fizzarolli was like a knife pierced through by these words. He looked dumbfounded at Blitz, and then looked away, awkwardly rubbing his elbow, sighing sadly. — Your memory is so lost that you forgot about your feelings that you kept for me during those fifteen years… This is much more painful to hear than that humiliating song ... — Fizzarolli gritted his teeth with annoyance, quietly sniffing, — That's really what I didn't expect, so it's to hear this from you, after what happened between us before you lost your memory… Is there really nothing left at all? But after we escaped from the mafia, Striker caught up with us, grabbing me, wanting to put a bullet in me. You saved me, even though you had to blow up a gas can near that bastard. Then one of my arms broke after the explosion, but you saved me… We were sitting on some kind of iron structure and were hugging each other in a conciliatory way after the rescue, and then you literally offered to kiss, for which you received a condemning look at that moment. But it was funny. Moreover, in the end we still kissed after a while. And ... not only ... — Fizzarolli blushed, remembering all the moments of intimacy with Blitz, and then looked at him, — Do you really not remember anything at all? Even that? Blitz shrugged his shoulders in silence, looking guiltily at the floor. Fizzarolli looked at him with hope in his eyes. — Well, maybe… Will it help? — What? — Blitz looked up at him The jester wrapped his limbs around the imp, hugging him to himself, kissing him hard. Blitz didn't answer because he was shocked by this, but gently hugged Fizz back. Fizz kissed him for about another minute, but then pulled away, looking into his eyes, gently stroking his cheek, sighing sadly, snuggling up to him, resting his head on his shoulder. Blitz slowly shifted his gaze to him, after which a sly grin slowly appeared on his face. — Well, you know… Maybe you need to try again? ~ Maybe then I'll really remember everything I need~ — If it really helps you… Wait! — Fizz slightly pulled away from Blitz, slightly squeezing his shoulders, squinting into his eyes. He held back a smile, biting his lips, trying not to give himself away, innocently looking at the ceiling, — You fucking asshole… — Ahahah! You should see your face right now, Fizz! — Blitz whinnied, poking Fizz lightly in the chest with his finger. — I'LL KILL YOU RIGHT NOW, YOU BASTARD! — I don't think you'll do it, you buffoon! After all, you love me ~ — Blitz began to run away from him, laughing. — I'll kill you, asshole! Come here, you bastard, you fucking moron, I'll tear you to atoms right now! — Fizz sprang from his seat at one point, rushing at Blitz, knocking him to the floor, grabbing him by the collar, shaking slightly, — Do you even understand how worried I was for you?! You... YOU! — Oh, come on, Fizz, I couldn't help but take advantage of the moment after the magic kiss that put my brains in place. Partly. I liked it too much ~ — Blitz threw his hands behind his head, lying on the floor, grinning impudently. — Grrr!!! — Fizz growled angrily, squinting at him, — You know what? I promised to teach you a lesson for how you humiliated me! — Hey, I don't remember that anymore, so let's not! — But I fucking remember! Bastard! — The jester dug his clawed fingers into the sides of the impudent imp, mercilessly tickling, — I'll fucking remember this for a long time, you bastard! — Wh... Fizz, no! — Blitz clenched his teeth, trying to endure the merciless attack of the fool, but still laughed, covering himself from him with his hands, — Fizz, stop it! Stop! — No fucking way! Until you apologize, motherfucker, I won't let you go! I'm both a fucking whore and a fucking jester, I remember what you called me! This is war, bitch! The jester did not stop the merciless tickling, tormenting Blitz further. However, the helplessly laughing imp used his tail, sneaking it under Fizz's clothes, tickling in response, which the jester did not expect, screeching loudly and bursting into laughter, but did not stop his attack, although his vigilance was a little lost. Blitz took advantage of the moment, digging his claws into his ribs tickling through his clothes, not going to give up so easily, attacking back. — Bitch, it's not fair! I have to teach you a lesson! — But I'm not going to give in to you, noodles on legs! The imps were tumbling on the floor, fighting and not wanting to lose to each other. Blitz leaned on Fizz, still managing to immobilize his limbs with his tail, sitting on top of him and grabbed his tail with one hand, grinning maliciously. — You bastard... — Fizz growled, trying to break free, — Just fucking dare and you won't survive when I get to you! — Yeah-yeah, jester, I'm already afraid, — The imp said with a malicious grin, and then he ran his claw along the entire length of Fizz's tail, forcing him to quietly squeak and jerk. — Asshole! I'll definitely kill you as soon as I get you! — Don't you think it sounded too rude from you while you're in such a defenseless position, hmm? — Blitz again ran his claw along the entire length of Fizzarolli's tail, causing him to scream hysterically and dig. At some point, Fizz arched, managing to knock him off and freeing his limbs, after which he cast a glance of death in the direction of the Blitz, dangerously flashing his eyes. The imp realized that death was waiting for him, but he did not have time to escape, because the jester immediately rushed at him, wrapping all his limbs around him, completely immobilizing him. — You shouldn't have done that, Blitz~ You're finished! — Fizz laughed angrily, and then slightly bit the skin on his neck, opening access to it for himself, rubbing his nose on him, which caused Blitz to snort laughingly, trying to restrain laughter. The jester grinned, and then touched his neck with cold fingers, lightly running them over his skin, lightly scratching a couple of times, teasing, causing a few laughs, and began to mercilessly scratch the weak spot of the imp with them. — F-Fizz, don't! S-Stop it!— Blitz fidgeted helplessly, fidgeting into laughter, trying to escape from his hands. — After what you did? Never! You will die in agony! Suffer! — Fizz was merciless, bringing Blitz to hysteria, intensifying his attack, biting his neck, and with cold hands got under his clothes, mercilessly wielding clawed fingers on his ribs, sides and stomach, — Apologize for your fucking tricks! — Okay-okay! Fihihihine!, I-I'm sohohorry! — Blitz tried to speak through his laughter, fidgeting and struggling out of the jester's grip. — Not convincing! — Fizz didn't stop tickling, continuing make him suffer, grinning maliciously, — In that case, BEG me ~ — What are you letting yourself… Ahahah! Okay, okay, stop it! Stop, Fizz! I'm going to die right now! — You're not fucking died, drugged with tranquilizers, but you think you're going to die from tickling? Pfft! Bullshit! — The jester snorted, continuing this torture, — You had many opportunities to die, but you're still alive! — I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fizz! Have mercy, monster, I'm definitely going to die right now! Nevertheless, Fizzarolli spared him, removing his hands, seeing how he was still laughing, trying to calm down, and then helped him to get up, shaking off the dust carefully. Blitz took a couple of deep breaths, regaining his breath, coughing a couple of times, and then looked very disapprovingly at Fizzarolli, crossing his arms over his chest, stamping his foot with displeasure while the jester smiled innocently. — What are you grinning at, bitch? I almost died! — You wouldn't die, don't worry, I know your limit. I know it~ You didn't really resist it, Blitz~ — Asshole! — Blitz barked, stamping his foot. — Motherfucker! — Fizz shouted in response and both stood close to each other, growling softly, resting their foreheads and wagging their tails. — Fucking jester! — You're a bastard! — Slut! — The cocksucker! — How was it... green strap-on fuck you! — Fucking crazy asshole! After they cursed each other amicably for about a minute, both imps laughed, clinging to each other, hugging tightly, and entwined their tails. — Actually, I was really scared when you lost your memory ... — Fizz hugged Blitz tighter, slightly rubbing against him. — Well… I haven't remembered everything yet, Fizz, actually… I remembered almost everything related to you and me, but... — Blitz awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, — I don't remember anyone else you listed. — Are you trolling me again, Blitz? — Fizz narrowed his eyes at him, but then realized that he was serious, — Well... it looks like you're serious. — Well, yes. You showed me that I have the keys to my car and apartment, but I don't remember either the apartment or the car, and even more so I don't even know if I can drive. Do I have a license? — You know… You asked a good question about a driver's license… But considering that we're in Hell, nobody gives a shit whether you have a driver's license or not. Moreover, you know how to start absolutely any car. Well, that's a fact. — Okay, I'll remember this, — Blitz began rummaging in his pockets, looking for at least some weapons, — Hey, where's all mine… Fizzarolli tapped him on the shoulder with his hand, forcing him to turn around and Blitz saw in his hands all the weapons he had taken away. — Why the fuck did you steal it all from me?! — I'm sorry, but you tried to kill me, I had no choice, — Fizz threw a pile of weapons on the floor, crossing his arms over his chest, — I should have disarmed you. —You're a brute, Fizz! — Blitz swore, putting some of his weapons in his pockets, — Why did you steal so much? And later I fucking wonder where all my weapons go then! And here's what we have here: a tickler thief! Shameless! — Sorry, but I explained the reason to you. But before you lost your memory, I was stealing for fun~ — That's really cool jokes you have, you buffoon! — The imp snorted, having finished putting a lot of weapons in his pockets, — I'll put a fucking security system against you so that you don't steal! If you steal, you will receive a discharge current, understand?! — Hah, then you will also receive a discharge current, Blitz. — Tsk... your truth, asshole. Okay, Fizz, let's get out of here... — Blitz drew attention to the sacred rifle lying in a pile of weapons, — Fizz, this may be useful to us. — What?! Why do we need a sacred rifle that can kill higher demons?! — I think I have a plan, Fizz. But first I need to remember everything else. Striker and the fucking mafia mustn't guess that my memory has returned. I was given a deadline to kill you in three days. If a part of my memory has already been restored today, then we will restore everything else in the remaining days. — So you're going to pretend in front of them? —Exactly, Fizz. So that they lose their vigilance. And then... — Blitz aimed at the ceiling, picked up the sacred rifle, shot up, and then looked at Fizzarolli with a grin, — And then finally these fucking freaks will come to an end and this bastard Striker will finally die! He's too tenacious a bitch! — Oh, Blitz, believe me, I have my own plans for these two. We won't kill them, it will be too easy, — the jester grinned maliciously, rubbing his palms. Blitz tensed slightly, looking at him blankly, and then Fizz came closer to him, putting his hand on his shoulder, — Believe me, Blitzy, for the fact that these scum almost took you away from us forever… They will not respond with death. Well, maybe later. They will suffer and pray that they die faster! — Wow… Do you want them to suffer so much just because of my abduction alone? — I'm not the only one who wants it, Blitz, believe me. We know you're used to getting rid of victims right away as a hired killer. But all the others who want to get the suffering of these whores are sadists. And me too. It's even scary to imagine what Ozzy can do with them, not to mention Stolas, who was ready to tear and throw for your abduction. Not to mention Loona, Millie and Moxxie, who also want to finish them off. Believe me, Blitz, we all wish not their death, but their torment! The I.M.P. team broke into the building, getting into combat positions. — It's been too long, Fizzarolli, we're coming to help... — Millie began to say, then froze when she saw Blitz with a sacred rifle in his hands. Loona growled softly, her ears flattened, but worried at the same time. Moxxie narrowed his eyes in disbelief, holding his weapon at the ready. — Calm down, he's back to normal now. Almost. He remembers most of his life, but he doesn't remember you all, — Fizzarolli said, slightly blocking Blitz with himself. — How the fuck doesn't he remember?! — Loona was indignant, starting to walk slowly towards Blitz, who instantly removed the sacred rifle, backing away from the aggressive hellhound back, — How the fuck can you not remember your adopted daughter, huh?! — Loona — Fizz began, but she shut him up. — Shut the fuck up you all! I'm talking to Blitz! — Loona said growling, and then looked viciously at Blitz, narrowing her eyes, — You deceived us, you filthy bastard, hiding your condition from us! You lied to me instead of discussing your problems at least with me, because I'm your daughter, Blitz! Adopted… Don't you trust me at all?! After living under the same roof for several years?! Blitz stared at her dumbfounded, pressing himself into the wall, and then looked at everyone else as well, finally shifting his gaze to Fizzarolli. — I... I really don't remember and don't understand what you're talking about at the moment, — Blitz said uncertainly and a little tensely, afraid of the hellhound in front of him. Loona silently stared at him, burning with her gaze, barely restraining emotions in front of others, and then clenched her teeth, viciously throwing a wooden chair into the wall, smashing it to pieces, which scared the already frightened imp even more, and then just went to the others, silently crossing her arms over her chest. — Seriously, Loona?! Even now you're showing how much you hate him?! — Moxxie said, looking accusingly at the hellhound. Loona growled at him, and then stared at Blitz. — Does she... hate me? — Blitz asked in confusion, pointing to Loona. She hit Moxxie, slamming him into the wall with her blow, and then looked at Blitz again, sighing, annoyed by the presence of the others. — No ... — the hellhound muttered irritably, through her teeth, not wanting to show the others herself in public. Fizz just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. — Father and daughter, you are the same… — Shut up, you springy jester! — Loona snarled, glaring angrily at the jester — Well, that's it. Even the expressions are similar, — Fizzarolli grinned, — Touche, furry. — WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME... ARGH! — Loona had nothing to say to this, she decided to remain silent. — So Blitz really doesn't remember almost anything? Except for Fizzarolli and everything connected with it, — Millie said thoughtfully. — Well, I'm a professional killer in this life and in that life, so... — Blitz just shrugged his shoulders, — I remember something, but it's not enough. But I know for sure that Striker and Crimson cruelly deceived me… — Crimson?! — Moxxie just now realized what kind of mafia it was about, — Is he again?! Again?! — Do you know him? — Blitz asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. — Yes, sir! This is my father… — Uh... bad luck you with your father... I'm sorry. — Sir, my father is just as bad as yours. You said. — Oh! Holy shit. How good that I don't remember my father, ha! There are still advantages in beaten brains, — Blitz grinned, tapping his finger on the top of his head, — Okay, maybe I need to remember everything else, right? Where should we go?

*At the I.M.P. office*

Blitz was sitting at the wheel of his car, having tested his memory on driving. Of course, everyone survived, but they suffered morally from such driving. Moxxie and Millie were lying in the backseat. Fizz had taped himself with all his limbs to his seat next to Millie and Moxxie. Loona was in front, clutching the back of her seat with teeth and claws. Everyone slowly shifted their disapproving gaze to Blitz, who innocently shrugged his shoulders, laughing awkwardly. — Well, but everyone is alive, — Said Blitz, jumping out of the car, managing to fall face first into the ground, and then quickly got up, pretending that nothing had happened. Classic. Fizzarolli laughed at this, climbing out of the car after him. Millie came out holding Moxxie in her arms, who was shitty after driving the Blitz. Loona calmly left, looking at the phone, as always, just following the Blitz. — Well, the navigator showed that it's here, — Blitz looked around, — Hmm... where is the entrance here? — You ask this question every time...— said Moxxie dejectedly. — Really? It looks like I'm really in trouble with my head. It's funny! — Blitz just went ahead, finding the entrance to the building, and then began to look around, thinking where to go next, — Where to go next? — Sir, do you see the I.M.P. inscription on the door? — Moxxie, as usual, was in the role of a hint for the Blitz. — Where? Oh... — Blitz saw the inscription on the door, — I get it. Well, let's go!

***

Everyone gathered in the conference room, sitting at the same table: Two higher demons, Fizzarolli, the I.M.P. team and Blitz, sitting in his chair, looking at those sitting at the table with his head propped on his hands. — Sir... you usually start talking... — Moxxie whispered, gesturing with his hand for Blitz to speak. — What should I say? — The imp looked at the audience incomprehensibly, slightly tilting his head to one side, accidentally spinning in his chair. After thinking a little, Blitz just started spinning in his chair, considering it funny. — Sir, you're going to get dizzy! — I won't get dizzy! — Blitz said, continuing spinning in his chair. — Blitz! — Everyone else shouted in unison. Meanwhile, the Blitz spun so much that he felt like shit, and he slightly staggered, sitting in a chair, plopped his face into the table. — What a jerk, — Fizz said, shaking his head, sitting on Asmodeus' lap, — The goofiness in him will never die — I'm afraid it will take us a long time to restore his memory, — Stolas said with annoyance, letting out a disappointed make owl's hoot. — Maybe, but we need to try to do it as soon as possible,— Millie said, looking towards Blitz, who was lying face down on the table, making sounds of suffering because he was dizzy, — Before the situation worsens…

To be continued…