Conflict is resolved

Blitz and Fizzarolli decided to continue performing for people on stage, performing circus tricks, musical numbers, and even staged some scenes, all thanks to the improvisation of these two. Sometimes they flew on some kind of rope from the ceiling, from one part of the stage to another, as in a circus, catching each other in the air as on trapezes, then they sang a duet again, then they danced among themselves and did everything they could and the audience liked it, especially the freaks in front of them were imps, then people. At one point, these two, being Imps again, whirled around each other, their tails intertwined with each other and they collapsed onto the stage hugging each other, staring at each other dumbfounded, and then just laughed, hugging each other tighter. The audience was simply moved by the interactions of these two. The demons looked into each other's eyes, purring softly among themselves, and rubbed their noses against each other. Fizz helped Blitz up, brushing the dust off his suit. Blitz proudly straightened his back, took out the crystal, and then hugged Fizz, hugging him and directing the artifact at himself and him to turn back into people. There was a flash, but nothing happened, except that the two began to feel strange. Blitz suddenly collapsed to the floor, unable to stay on his feet, but also realized with horror that he could not control either his legs or his hands. He looked up and saw himself panicking in front of him, but everything was much simpler: Both demons changed bodies, and together with the owners the color of their eyes changed, and that is, Fizz being in the body of Blitz was with green sclera and pink iris, similarly to Blitz in the body of Fizz. It looks like there's been a malfunction in the crystal. Fizzarolli held his head in panic, looking at himself, not fully understanding what had happened, but still gradually it began to dawn on him. — Blitz...? — The jester, who was in his friend's body, asked uncertainly, trying to figure out if he understood everything correctly. — Fizz?! — Blitz was stunned by this phenomenon, but could not even get up from his seat because he was in Fizz's body, not knowing how to control his cybernetic limbs and this made him panic a lot. Fizz turned to the audience who did not understand what was happening on stage. — Sorry, complicated technical issues! — Fizz picked up his friend in his arms, and then carried him backstage, — I didn't think I was so heavy… It looks like it's because of the limbs… — Fizz what the fuck?! How do you live with it?! I can't do anything!!! — Blitz was in an incredible panic, sometimes involuntarily moving one of his limbs. — That's how I live, Blitz... — Fizzarolli brought a friend to some empty room, put him on the sofa there and sat down next to him, not knowing what to do next, — And what do we do now? — I do not know, but I can't do anything at all! How helpless am I right now?… And useless… Fizz, this is terrible! There are no horns either, and I can feel it! — Blitz, why are you so worried? Relax... — Fizz stroked him soothingly, and then looked down at his hands. He got up and went to the mirror, looking at the body he was in, involuntarily feeling someone else's horns— I forgot what it felt like… Okay, fine, — Fizz took out a crystal from his bosom, examining it, — I think we need to shoot the beam again! — No, fuck it! Not again! — Blitz shouted, and managed to fall off the couch, —Fizz, don't you dare!!! — You're fucking panicking... okay, okay! We'll come up with something else then... — Fizz put his back against the wall and bumped into someone else's horns, shouting a little, — Ouch! — Don't break my horns, jester! — At the moment, you are the jester among the two of us! Okay, I'm sorry. Stop. I don't feel well and I think I'm going to be sick... Blitz, what did you eat, asshole?! Fuck! Stay here! I'm coming soon! — Fizz ran out of the room looking for a place to clear his stomach. Blitz tried to get up from his seat in a panic, and then glared at the cybernetic limbs lying next to him, growling irritably. — Well done, Blitz! Fuck! Just well done! Because of you, your friend has been suffering with these things all his life! How does he manage them?! — Blitz squeezed his eyes shut from zeal, trying to somehow move at least one of his limbs, — Fizz, I'm sorry. Forgive me, I hate myself even more now.… The imp sighed heavily, continuing to lie on the floor and curse himself while his friend went to clear his stomach because it's better to leave than to vomit right in that room. What the Blitz managed to devour in secret from Fizzarolli, of course, will remain a mystery. Suddenly, the striped diodes on all four limbs lit up a little brighter and Blitz paid attention to it, and then tried to move at least his leg, focusing heavily on it. And he managed to push her aside a little. After understanding a little how it works, Blitz could barely stand up at least on his feet, even though they were shaking violently, bending under him, since the cybernetic limbs had no joints and bones and were literally flexible like noodles. Plus, Fizzarolli's feet were on built-in high heels that were higher than the heels of Blitz boots, which was very unusual for a demon in someone else's body. Starting to fall, he rested his hands on the floor, standing almost on all fours, and looked more like a high table with long legs. — Oh, shit! — Blitz cursed, and then tried to move awkwardly on all fours. Meanwhile, Fizz returned to the room, finding this comical picture. The imp stared at his friend with displeasure, slightly squinting, — Well, what are you staring at? I'm fucking trying to adjust to this horror things! Fizz couldn't help but laugh out loud, as Blitz looked very funny, given his unsuccessful attempts to use cybernetic limbs, constantly falling awkwardly and rising again, moving like a cuttlefish. — Stop laughing, Fizz! It's not funny! — Blitz fell awkwardly again, and then growled irritably, crossing his arms over his chest, — Goddamming! — Don't be so serious, Blitz, I also tried to get used to them at first, and yes, it's not that easy. But it all depends on the power of thought and your muscle memory. Considering that my body is robotic, then just imagine that your natural limbs are in place, only now they are lengthening, — Fizz tried to calm the panicked and irritated Blitz by helping him get up from the floor, holding him so that he does not fall, — Just focus and trick your brain. Now you're thinking that you don't have limbs, and the muscles with neurons connected to these limbs don't obey you. Just imagine that these limbs are a full-fledged part of you. That's how I learned to manage them. The main thing is autosuggestion, Blitz. — It's fucking hard, Fizz. And it's scary… I hate myself even more! — Set aside, Blitz! No self-loathing for me to hear anymore! Just focus. Look carefully at your legs, straighten them out as if they were your own limbs. Control your muscles. After a few minutes of training in limb control, Blitz learned to walk again and somehow control his hands, although it turned out terribly clumsy so far. Fizz helped him and periodically held him back if he started to fall again. — Okay, now take this object from this distance and pull it up to you, — Fizz pointed at the water bottle on the table. Blitz stretched out his hand grabbing the bottle, and then pulled it towards him, but did not calculate the strength and the limb with the bottle abruptly flew into his face, forcing him to fly back and slam into the wall, safely crashing down a second later. Fizz squinted, imagining how much it hurt, and then sighed, walking over to him and helping him stand up. The demon in someone else's body was very upset, crossing his arms over his chest, turning his gaze away. — I'm useless.… This is the scariest thing that could have happened, Fizz. I can't protect you, you know? I can't. Fizzarolli looked at his friend worriedly, thinking about something. The situation was really difficult. It was dangerous to use the glitchy crystal again, you never know if the next transformation would end not only with a change of bodies, but also with someone's death. No one wanted that. Blitz himself felt terribly useless and helpless. The main fear in his life happened, which he remembered on a subconscious level: To become weak and not be able to protect those who are dear to him. He hated that feeling. At that moment, Fizzarolli realized that the situation and his friend's life depended on him. He took out a pistol from his bosom, checking it. Blitz just looked at him blankly, sighed heavily and shook his head. — I don't think that's a good idea, Fizz. You're not a fighter. — I may not be a fighter, but I'm in the body of a fighter. And now your life and mine depend on me, Blitz, — Fizz frowned, clicking the gun,  — Which means now I have to protect us. — Well, who the fuck do I look like now? I was a rescuer of your skins, and now… — Well, you know, you can't save everyone, Blitz. You'll be a princess in the tower, hehe~ — Well, yes, it's cool… — Well, at least your body is much easier for me and there are no problems, Blitz In response to this, the demon in the jester's body burst out laughing, because Fizz did not even suspect what kind of surprise this body could be waiting for him. — Oh, you're fucking wrong, Fizz,— Blitz said with a grin, looking at the dumbfounded jester in his body, — You're wrong… My body have a surprises... But I hope by that time we will have returned our bodies to their places! — Blitz, you're scaring me.… What could possibly go wrong? — I don't know myself, because this shit is not predictable! — Okay, stop talking, let's get out of here! — Fizz grabbed Blitz by the arm, dragging him out of the room and into a long corridor. After looking around, they realized where they needed to go and headed where they needed to go. On the way, they came across guards who immediately noticed that these were creatures from hell and instantly pulled out their pistols. Blitz in a panic covered Fizzarolli with himself, but the fool in the body of the imp, instantly aiming, shot both guards, after which he looked at Blitz, blowing on the muzzle of a pistol. — Fizz… How?! — Well, you'll get enough of who you're going to mess with, Blitz. Moreover, among the two of us, only I am able to protect us at the moment… But before he could finish, Blitz instantly wrapped his limbs around his friend, dragging him from his place, thereby saving him from being shot, and then put him next to himself. — Don't be so fast, jester! You almost got shot just now! You was going to protect us, yeah... — Blitz lightly shook off his friend, grumbling to himself, and then took another pistol out of his suit, which was on the Fizzarolli, — It looks like we have a hard battle ahead, there are more and more of these assholes. — Well... in that case, pointed me, just like I did you in that warehouse, — Fizz grinned slightly, getting into a fighting position, pointing the gun at the guards. — I get you, Fizz. But I'm going to shoot too. We have no choice... — Blitz sighed heavily, pointing the gun too. And again, as then, two demons, defending themselves from a bunch of guards, mercilessly shot at them, deftly synchronizing again with each other, covering each other's backs, although it was still difficult for them to interact in their new bodies, and even defend themselves from the guards. But the battle was successfully completed by Fizzarolli and Blitz, and both began to look for a way out of the huge theater, trying to catch people's eyes less.

***

And again two demons were walking down the street, this time on a dark evening when there were not so many people walking. On the way, they met Millie and Moxxie, who were surprised by the unexpected exchange of bodies, not expecting such a trick from the crystal, which was just supposed to turn demons into people and open a portal, but in no way force souls to change bodies. — This sucks... — Said Moxxie, looking askance at the boss and his friend standing in front of him with Millie, — It turns out that Blitz is not able to protect himself? Is he defenseless? — SHUT THE FUCK UP, MOXXIE! — Blitz barked and slapped Moxxie on the head with all his might so that he flew a couple of meters ahead, which surprised Fizz and Millie, looking dumbfounded at the flying imp. — HOW DARE YOU... — Millie wanted to object, but abruptly remembered that Blitz was in someone else's body, and that he, as the boss, was allowed to bully Moxxie, — I'm sorry, B, I forgot that you are now in the body of Fizzarolli, — Millie laughed awkwardly. Fizz with a poker face stood next to them, arms crossed over his chest, and then looked at Moxxie lying on the ground, who still decided to get up, after a lot of bump — Sir! It was too painful! — Moxxie said with displeasure, rubbing the bruised area. — I know, I should know! Do you think you're the only one getting bumped?! — Why use violence again?! — Because don't fucking call me a wimp, Moxxie! — Blitz growled irritably, clenching his hands into fists and stamping his foot in displeasure, turning away from him, — I hate this! I am not a weakling and I am able to protect myself! I am able to protect you all and I am able to give you... Fuck! Millie stroked the irritated Blitz soothingly on the back, hoping to calm him down a little, but Moxxie only "added oil to the fire". — It doesn't do anything anyway, Blitz...— Moxxie said softly. Blitz looked at him with a murderous look, — I'm serious, sir! You are in someone else's body, you can barely stand on your feet and… — Moxxie! One more word on this topic and you will fly even further away! — Blitz menacingly struck a cybernetic hand over him. Fizz just laughed quietly on the sidelines, covering his mouth with his hand, watching this scene with Millie, who was also quietly giggling from her husband's next altercation with her boss. — I'm sorry, sir... — Moxxie sighed heavily, just resigned to his stubbornness. — That's better, Moxx. And don't argue with your boss! — Blitz snorted triumphantly, putting his hands on his sides and wagging his tail nervously. Moxie just rolled his eyes. — Well, as I understand it, the Blitz's memory is gradually returning? — Moxxie looked at Fizzarolli, — Oh, Satan, it's so unusual to see you… Not in your bodies. The only thing you haven't changed is your voices. Which still sound a little different now. And with eyes that make it clear that something is definitely wrong with both of you. — Yes, yes, Shoxie-asssy, — Fizz waved him away with his hand, distorting his name, — Say something else supergenial, which we suddenly don't know, you never know. — Ahahah! Fizz, you're fucking amazing! Shoxi-Asssy! I'll remember it! — Blitz laughed at Moxxie's new nickname, patting Fizz on the shoulder. Fizzarolli smiled contentedly, and then looked back at Moxxie. — Grr… It's not funny, sir! — Well, you can see that he's laughing, so it's funny. By the way, when are you going to come up with an interesting pseudonym for yourself, slowpoke? ~ — Fizzarolli sneered mockingly, grinning exactly like Blitz does, considering that he is in his body, — As you can see there are many options ~ — Get him, Fizz! Troll him in a way I've never troll before! — Blitz teased, watching with interest as his friend trolled his employee. — This is bullying… Okay, you know what? I don't see any differences between the two of you at all, after changing bodies! — Moxxie chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest, looking skeptically at Fizz and Blitz, —For example, you don't differ from each other in behavior, as well as in brains. You can basically leave everything like that, since you are so identical to each other! — Moxxie! — Millie was surprised by such a harsh statement from her husband to the boss and his friend. — How the fuck do you dare, Moxxie?! — Blitz squinted intently, clenching his hands into fists, — Have you completely lost your fear?! I'm your boss and you can't talk to me like that! Fizz was also looking at Moxxie, who was low compared to them, with displeasure. The two tall imps silently exchanged glances with each other, and then grinned at each other and looked at Moxxie, smiling devilishly. — I don't like you looking at me like that... — Moxxie backed away, sensing that he was in danger. Two demons were slowly advancing on him. Blitz took advantage of the new opportunities to wrap his limbs around Moxxie, dragging his to Fizz, holding his tightly and both laughed angrily. The jester in his friend's body took out an almost indelible marker from his pocket, — What are you two up to?! Don't you dare! You two! Millie?! Help me!!! — Moxxie was trying to break free from the tight grip of the cybernetic limbs. — They're not doing anything terrible to you, Moxxie,  — Millie just shook her head, smiling and watching the boyish pranks, —Not for the first time, honey. — Oh, don't be a bored, Moxxie, we're just going to teach you a lesson for your arrogance, — Blitz grinned, holding his employee tightly in his arms. — THIS IS VIOLENCE! — Moxxie screamed and struggled while Fizzarolli painted his face with a marker, — Stop it! That you are like little children! — You can't be such a bore, Moxx! — Blitz said, grinning, holding him back. — This is bullying and violence! Bullying! Two against one is not fair! — Zany! — Fizz drawled, continuing his gloating business, — You just don't know how to have fun! — It's not fun at all! Blitz abruptly let go of his employee, and then stood next to Fizz, looking at his work with a marker on Moxxie's face: A bunch of indecent signatures, painted mustache with eyebrows and, of course, dicks. The two imps whinnied with all their might over Moxxie's painted face, high-fiving each other and almost fell off their feet to the ground laughing. Moxxie glared at them with a murderous look, but he couldn't do anything to them and he could only growl irritably, trying to wipe the marker off his face. Millie laughed at this scene too, as she was used to Blitz constantly trolling Moxxie in various ways. Now, it seems, not only Blitz will troll Moxxie, since now he has resumed his friendship with Fizz, then poor Moxxie will have to suffer doubly. Moxxie was desperately trying to wipe the mocking drawings off his face. Millie giggled at this, but helped her husband wipe off the traces of the marker, and then looked at the merry demons, smiling involuntarily. — Look at it this way, Moxxie: This is the first time I've seen Blitz so happy, — Millie said, watching Blitz and Fizzarolli, who were chatting about something apart from them and laughing at it while hugging, —Isn't that more important than being angry at trolling on his part? After all, darling, you know he treats us well and appreciates us. And since he has restored friendship with his childhood friend, he is really really happy. He laughs sincerely and smiles not with a fake forced smile. — Yeah, and there's twice as much trolling as there was before,—  Moxxie snorted, a little annoyed, but then sighed, also watching the fun of the two friends. — Be lenient with him, Moxxie. Moreover, we know what these two had to go through before they could regain their friendship again. — You're right, honey, — Moxxie smiled anyway, watching his friends chatting, — I really haven't seen Blitz so happy yet. However, we completely forgot that we have a mission in the human world. It's already evening, and we haven't found a single clue about this rich bastard. And plus, we have a problem in the form of a body swap between Blitz and Fizzarolli. And Fizzarolli is not a fighter, even though he is in the body of our boss. And Blitz is in a far from fighting body. — Oh... well, I think that even though Blitz is in his friend's body, it won't stop him from still fighting and shooting coolly. Moreover, you have seen the abilities of Fizzarolli's body in the form of super long limbs! Look! — Millie pointed at Blitz, who was lifting Fizz high above him. They just practiced interacting with each other, being out of their bodies, at the same time discovering their new features for themselves. While Blitz was holding Fizzarolli up, jester in friend's body concentrated by jumping on the wires, running along them a little forward, and then performed several circus tricks, jumping onto a nearby tree and going down, and then looked at Blitz, who used his limbs to quickly move from one place to another, as the jester usually did. As an experiment, he practiced springing from one place to another, just as Fizz did in order to quickly escape from a place of danger, for example. Both were getting better at controlling bodies other than their own, and both gradually got used to it, and then practiced interacting with each other again, imagining that they were participating in a battle again. Millie and Moxxie watched them as they moved forward. At a certain point, Fizzarolli stopped, staring at some group of drunk guys in a doorway. Blitz also froze, noticing the change in his friend's behavior and realized the terrible thing: Fizz would not be able to control it. —Oh, no... Millie! Moxxie! Get over here now! — Blitz immediately called his staff and they rushed over in a flash, — Since you have the opportunity to learn a lot more shit about me than you previously knew, then here you are: At night I have an unbearable desire to arrange a massacre, but I have learned to suppress it over time. And then not always… I remembered this vile fact about myself too late, but I'm actually a real monster.… That's why I became a killer: Because of my fucked-up psyche. And there's nothing I can do about it. Over time, I've learned to control it, but Fizz won't be able to, because he's in my body.… — Sir... what should I do?! And how to stop him if he starts a massacre? — Moxxie asked in panic, watching as Fizz gradually turned into a monster in the background. — Nothing… Therefore, you two better run, because in this state I killed everyone I saw on my way! It happened because of my broken psyche. Well, you must agree, what kind of adequate being with an unbroken psyche would start a massacre?! Blitz looked at Fizzarolli in panic, seeing that he was already beginning to lose control. The crest on his back lifted and twitched slightly, Fizzarolli himself sharpened his claws on the nearest lying boulder, and then with a murderous look he went towards the drunken group, wanting to finish them all faster. — Blitz, maybe it can be stopped somehow?! Think about it! — Millie clutched her head in panic, — We can't just start a massacre in the human world! — I don't know! Unfortunately, I do not know! Fuck... Fizz! Stop it! Of course, the jester in his friend's body did not hear anything around him. He saw his goal and he was walking towards it. — Hey, who is the weirdo? — One of the drunk guys asked, paying attention to the demon who approached them, small in comparison with them. — Shit, he have horns! — It looks like a leprechaun of some kind! Ha ha! — Hey, dude, who cuckolded you? Sucker! — Oh, are you having fun scums? ~ You're going to laugh now! — Fizz took out a knife from his bosom, and then growled furiously, rushing at the guys, arranging an instant and merciless massacre, after which he jumped to the ground stained from head to toe with scarlet blood, and then raised an aggressive gaze towards Millie with Moxxie and Blitz. The sclera were red with a white iris. Millie and Moxxie stared at Blitz in panic, pointing their hands at Fizz. Blitz gritted his teeth, seeing from the outside what a creepy monster he could be, but he, as well as his staff, backed away. Fizzarolli walked slowly towards them, hunched over terribly, scratching the ground with his claws, additionally sharpening his claws, making them sharper. Blitz nevertheless, out of habit, blocked Millie and Moxxie with himself, and after remembering something, he wrapped his limbs around them, lifting them above himself, and then lengthened his legs, lifting himself higher, before an angry, uncontrollable Fizzarolli attacked him, who, after an unsuccessful jump, fell to the ground, but quickly jumped up on all fours, growling angrily and burning those hiding from him with his gaze. Blitz, meanwhile, put Millie and Moxxie higher, in a safe place, and himself lowered himself to Fizz, staring at him intently. — Come on, Fizz. Try it... — The imp growled softly, squinting his eyes, preparing for his attack. Fizz instantly jumped out of his seat, rushing at him, but was immediately grabbed by cybernetic limbs and lifted up, unable to get out. Blitz was breathing heavily, having experienced the fear of death, because he knew what his body was capable of against Fizz's body. But the metal hands, of course, were able to save the situation and protect from the imminent death of the Blitz. Fizz himself was kicking furiously in the metal arms, trying to bite them. Millie and Moxxie watched in horror from above, sitting on the roof of a low building. — Fizz, damn you, don't break my teeth, motherfucker! — Blitz snorted, just continuing to watch Fizz's pathetic attempts to get out. At some point, the jester in Blitz's body froze, not moving. The imps stared at him blankly, occasionally exchanging glances with each other. Suddenly, with a lightning jerk, Fizz broke free from the grip, slipping out, and then jumped to the ground, but did not touch Blitz, but simply tore and threw people who caught his eye further. — That's the fuck! — Millie swore, holding hands with Moxxie, —Blitz, are you okay?! — Almost… We have to stop this, damn it! — The imp took Moxxie and Millie off the roof of the building, and then all three of them rushed after the frenzied Fizzarolli. Fizz himself, in someone else's body, continued to arrange a merciless massacre, tearing apart someone else's flesh, piercing with horns, choking with a tail, shooting, biting, scratching and creating other horrors with his victims. Blitz couldn't catch such a nimble jester in his body, although he tried his best. Suddenly, Loona appeared, noticing the carnage her father was causing. She stared blankly, but when she looked closer, she realized what it all meant. She turned from a human form into a hellhound in a leap, knocking the aggressive foster father off his feet, not knowing that it wasn't him at all. The hellhound firmly pinned the aggressive imp to the ground. — Looney, get away from him!!! — Blitz shouted, clutching his head in panic. Loona stared in amazement at what she thought was Fizzarolli. — Only Blitz calls me that, you spring-headed jester! — Loona growled, continuing to press Blitz, as it seemed to her, to the ground. — Loona, Fizz and I swapped bodies! I swear to you! — Blitz was trying to tell the truth. — Moxxie and I confirm! This is not a Blitz! — What the fuck are you talking about here?! Don't interfere! I can handle him! Blitz took the crystal out of his pocket, having transferred it earlier from the pocket of his suit to the Fizz suit he was in. He looked at Moxxie, thrusting the crystal into his hands, and then moved closer to Fizz. — Moxxie, shoot! We have no choice! He's going to kill Loona! He can! — What?! Sir, I'm not… — SHOOT! Since this was said without a single curse word, Moxxie still decided to shoot a crystal's beam in the direction of Fizz and Blitz, after which a bright flash occurred. Blitz found himself in himself body, but could not control his aggression in time and he rushed at Loona, growling furiously, pinning it to the ground now. — That's... what the hell?! — Fizz realized that he was in his body, and then he stared dumbfounded at the aggressive Blitz, — Did he get triggered again?! — We'll explain later! — Millie and Moxxie said in one voice, and then they wanted to help Loona. — I can handle him myself, don't get involved! — The hellhound only narrowed her eyes, calmly throwing Blitz off her, and then waited until he rushed at her again. Blitz, who rushed at her, abruptly ended up in her arms, continuing to growl furiously and trying to bite her, clutching her shoulders with his claws. Loona silently hugged him to her, stroking him soothingly and whispering something in his ear. The demon's aggression gradually faded away. Slowly but surely, the agitated, twitching ridge on his back gradually calmed down, sinking. Loona silently endured the pain in her shoulders from his claws. She had already encountered this Blitz condition before, and therefore already knew how to deal with it. Blitz slowly looked up at Loona with a frightened look, and then noticed his claws in her shoulders and it made him horrified, plus a memory hit him sharply.

One devilish night:

Loona was sleeping peacefully in her room when she suddenly woke up to some screams and screams coming from the street. The irritated hellhound got up sleepily from her bed and decided to go to the window to see what was going on outside. And abruptly her sleepy gaze changed to a dumbfounded one, as she saw that her foster father was staging a wild massacre right on the street, rushing at everyone who came across him, biting and tearing someone else's flesh, digging in with claws, using a knife, leaving many stab wounds to victims and eventually managed to shoot at such a wild the state, hitting exactly the target. Loona did not know what to do about it, she began to think about why this happened and how this problem could be solved. And the first thing that came to her mind was the memory of how her aggression was calmed by Blitz, enduring her claws and teeth in his body at the same time. The hellhound quickly dressed and ran out into the street, looking for an angry imp to calm his sharply aggressive state. After walking a little further down the street, she found Blitz in the alley, once again tearing someone else's flesh with his teeth, like some kind of monster or wild beast, the sclera were red and the iris was white, in addition, he also sometimes ate the internal organs of his victims, after killing (and then someone feels bad, yeah) Loona was horrified to see such a picture and such Blitz, but she decided to just act as she decided. She began to approach the wild imp. He immediately paid attention to her and growled and hissed angrily at her, sticking his forked tongue out of his wide mouth. — Blitz, calm down. It's me. Your adopted daughter Loona. Hear me, — Loona tried to contact the aggressive imp and even tried to stretch out her arms to him, but he only growled angrily, waving her off with a clawed hand, driving her away from him, and gradually began to back away from her, eventually pinning himself in a corner of the alley. The Hellhound was almost left without an arm after Blitz's clawed hand swung at her, but she wasn't going to leave him like this. She came closer and closer, and he pressed himself against the wall more and more, continuing to growl at her. After waiting for the moment, Loona rushed at him, grabbed him in her arms and quickly dragged him home. Blitz barked angrily, and then clung with teeth and claws to her shoulders. The hellhound whined loudly and painfully, but endured, because she had to endure more than that in the shelter. She finally dragged the aggressive imp home, sitting on the sofa with him, and then hugged him to her, starting to stroke him soothingly. — Hush, Dad… It's all good. It's all right. Please calm down. I beg… Loona whispered soothing words in Blitz's ear as she continued to stroke him. After a while, the demon's aggression began to fade. The eyes returned to their usual color. Blitz began to realize with horror that he had harmed Loona. He slowly unclenched his teeth and carefully removed his claws from her shoulders, looking dumbfounded at the traces of blood after the bite and his claws. He looked up at Loona with a frightened look, seeing that she was in pain. — Loona... — Blitz immediately jumped off her, backing away and clutching his head in panic, — Loona, honey… Sorry… I am… I'm not… — Dad ... calm down, — Loona got up from the couch and slowly began to approach him, — Everything is fine… — No, no, no, Loona, stay away! No! — Blitz pressed himself against the wall, hugging himself by the shoulders, — Don't come near, Loona, I'm a monster… I swore I would never hurt you.… And what is the result? I'm just a fucking monster! — Blitz, calm down… I do not know what came over you, or why you started the massacre, but… — This is... trigger that happens to me periodically.… This is due to a difficult past, which is better not to know about. But now you understand why I'm an assassin... — Blitz sighed heavily, looking again at his daughter's bitten and scratched shoulders, and then silently left for the first—aid kit. As soon as he brought the first-aid kit, he began to treat Loona's wounds. — Dad, it's okay. Just don't panic.… — Loona, I'm sorry.… I'm sorry. I broke my oath… I broke it! I didn't mean to, honey.… — Well... but I know how to calm this shit down now, Blitz, — The hellhound chuckled slightly, looking at how the guilty imp was treating her wounds. After finishing the wound treatment, Blitz put away the first-aid kit, and then returned to Loona, looking at her guiltily. She was calm, even though she was still in pain. — Loona, I'm really sorry that I did that. Forgive me... I think I need to stay away from you for a while... — At the end of the sentence, Blitz's voice began to break a little. Loona involuntarily twitched her ear at this slight break in her voice. He just brushed past her and locked himself in his room, hiding from her eyes. — What? Blitz, wait! — The hellhound tried to stop the imp who had escaped and locked himself in his room, but did not have time. Loona sighed heavily, rubbing her sore shoulders. She did not know that the bite of an imp was more painful than the bite of a hound… He has really sharp teeth. Meanwhile, Blitz locked himself in his room, collapsed on the bed, clutching at himself with anger, teeth and claws into the pillow, and a second later tears of mental pain and despair flowed from his eyes and felt terribly disappointed because of his broken oath not to harm his daughter…

The end of the memory.

Blitz stared at Loona dumbfounded for a few more seconds, and then abruptly jumped off her, backing away. Loona stood up from the ground, still looking at him in silence. The demon clutched his head guiltily, realizing that he had not had time to control his aggression, returning to his own body and again harmed his daughter. — Loona, my girl...  —  Blitz also instantly remembered who Loona was to him. The Hellhound was slowly approaching him. He continued to back away from her, —  Loona, darling… I'm sorry. I've hurt you again. I'm a fucking monster! Don't come any closer! —  Blitz growled irritably at himself, clawing at his shoulders, avenging himself for hurting his daughter, slightly crying out because of the pain. In a panic, Fizz quickly grabbed his hands, pulling the claws out of his shoulders. Millie and Moxxie also surrounded Blitz, making sure that he did not collapse from impotence after experiencing aggression. Loona came as close to Blitz as possible, and then hugged him again. After a few seconds, she sobbed, hugging him closer to her. Blitz couldn't hold back his tears either, snuggling closer to her, hugging her tightly. —  You remembered... —  Loona said sobbing, continuing to hug her foster father to her, —  You remembered me, Dad... and even though it happened this way, you remembered me… This is much more important than my injured shoulders. Loona's tail was wagging. She didn't care that she publicly showed her emotions. It was important to her that her foster father remembered her after all. For about another minute, the foster father and daughter hugged each other, and after that the Moon lowered him, looking at him still slightly worried. Blitz, meanwhile, rummaged in his pockets and found at least bandages to bandage his daughter's wounded shoulders, and then moved away from her, still feeling guilty in front of her. — Where are you going? Have you thought about yourself? — Loona gently grabbed him and began to treat his wounds too, because he safely wanted to ignore this moment, not going to feel sorry for himself. — Loona, it's not worth it… I don't deserve this.… — Shut up, asshole. Just shut up... —  Loona treated his wounds, and then turned him towards her, looking into his eyes, —  Seriously, Blitz, finish this. Stop hiding your condition. This makes it worse not only for yourself, but also for those who love you in the first place. — Does someone love me? I just… — Shut up! I'm talking now, Dad! — Okay, Looney... — Blitz smiled awkwardly, rubbing his sore shoulders, looking at her guiltily. — Understand that when I yell at you, swear from head to toe, give you bump and swear, this is not a sign of hatred. If you remember, you're the one who changed my life. And if it wasn't for you, I would have died either in that shelter or on the street, because they would have just thrown me out, leaving me nothing! You saved me then, Blitz… —  Did I... really do that? —  Blitz stared at the hellhound in front of him, trying to figure out if it was true. Had he really saved her then? He asked himself this question at one time, before losing his memory, in moments of quarrels with his daughter. — Yes, you moron! Yes! You did it, despite the fact that you were warned how much I am a vile bastard with uncontrollable aggression, which they did not give me any hope for at the shelter. But you gave me a chance and I believed that I wasn't completely hopeless. You calmly endured my attacks on you, rudeness and bites. It was you who sheltered me in your apartment, surrounding me with care, you even tore the mattress out of your bed to put it on my bed, and you slept on the devil until I persuaded you to buy yourself a new mattress! You constantly protect and protect me from dangers, although I can stand up for myself, but you still try to be the perfect father for me, which you did not have. You just want to give me something you never got from your father, Blitz… You just loved me for who I am. You broke the system by adopting a hellhound, even though you're an imp yourself. And even though you sometimes act like a complete jerk, I don't hate you at all, as Moxie thinks! I'm grateful to you and I won't survive if I lose you. I hate it when you talk about risking your life and I want to punch you for it! But I love you, even if you are not my own father, but you are better than that! Hear it and remember it! —   Loona shouted it all out in a burst of emotion, bending over him at the end of the sayings — I... I'll remember this, Looney,— Blitz smiled slightly, then wanted to hug her, but remembering how Loona felt about it on his part, he took his hands back. Loona noticed this and silently hugged him again, hugging him to her. — What a jerk you are, Blitz...— the hellhound chuckled softly, continuing to hug him. — I know... — Blitz sighed heavily, — I will try to change… —  But that's exactly the kind of jerk we love you, Blitzo, —  Fizzarolli said, standing not far from the hellhound and the imp, next to Millie and Moxxie, who were touched by this scene, —  So you probably shouldn't correct yourself, otherwise it won't be you anymore." —  Your goofiness is an integral part of you, Blitz, — Millie said with a smile, looking at how Loona put her foster father down, —  And we've always known you that way! It's your thing to be a goofy, funny, vulgar and sarcastic bastard that we really love! —  That's right, sir. And I don't have the right to call you that since you're my boss, but the fact is, —  Moxxie said, hoping he wouldn't get it from his boss. Blitz silently looked at each of them, standing in front of them, his eyes slightly watered in a rush of internal emotions. All four of them stood next to each other and looked at him smiling, barely holding back tears because of the emotions they felt from relief, because their beloved jerk had finally regained his memory completely. Blitz jumped towards them, managed to wrap his tail around all four of them and hug the whole company at once. Fizz helped him, managing to wrap his limbs around everyone at once, hugging everyone, because it was not difficult for him. The five of them were hugging each other, relaxing with their eyes closed and just enjoying this moment.

***

The next morning, the whole five turned into people. Now Millie and Moxxie had a human disguise: Millie was a short, dark-skinned girl with dark hair, and Moxxie was a light-skinned guy of the same height and both were under thirty years old. Once again, they split into three groups in search of the right victim. And this time, Fizz and Blitz came to the park where "Couple love days" was held. The weather was sunny and there was no sign of rain. The park was decorated with appropriate decorations in the form of hearts in white, pink and red shades, and small cupids hung everywhere. Even all the trees in the park were decorated with glowing garlands in the form of hearts. Blitz winced a little at the sight of all this, and Fizz wasn't particularly thrilled. — Well, Blitz, I think we have nothing to do here. Everything is too "sweet" here... — Fizz shifted his gaze to his friend, who meanwhile was staring somewhere, moving a little away from him, — Blitzo? Meanwhile, Blitz was staring in the direction of some guy who was unsure of himself and was holding a bouquet of flowers and a love letter behind his back, secretly watching another guy and hiding behind a tree. At that moment, it wasn't just the memory of the incident on Fizzarolli's birthday that hit the Blitz. This was not his first attempt to write a love letter to Fizz, at least to confess his feelings in it.

Memory:

Blitz disappeared into one of the tents after the performance, finally deciding to write a love letter for Fizzarolli, since he could not say out loud about the very feelings that he felt for him. The teenage imp was thoughtfully biting his pen, thinking that it would be possible to write, and so that Fizz would understand his clumsy handwriting at all. But soon the letter was finally finished.

Jacob Whitesides — Words

Blitz walked uncertainly down the street, thinking over his confession, passing by circus tents, going deep into his thoughts, holding a letter and flowers in his hands, and then looked up, stopping and hiding behind boxes standing near one of the tents, quietly watching Fizzarolli nearby, who was chatting with fellow jesters. The teenage imp sighed softly and began to sing softly in a burst of emotion.

I wanna tell you you're beautiful

In a way that you have not heard before

But I don't think it's gonna work

Cause I'm not good with words

Blitz accidentally brushed one of the boxes with his tail, knocking several more pieces to the ground after her and quickly disappeared from the scene of the crime, into a nearby tent. Fizz paid attention to this and decided to go to the place to figure out what it was, but he did not notice anyone near the mess and shrugged, began to collect boxes while Blitz was hiding in another of the tents, hiding away from him, just continuing his outburst of emotions, watching him.

I wanna tell you you're the reason why

The earth spins and the stars sing in the sky

But I don't think it's gonna fly

Cause I'm not good with words

The imp immediately escaped through another entrance from the tent when Fizzarolli began to approach him, still not daring to catch his eye, just running away, afraid of feelings. Blitz leaned back against a wooden pole sticking out of the ground, raising his slightly glowing eyes to the evening sky.

If only I could find a way

To say it like them poets say

Sing a sweet and simple serenade

Directly to your heart

The imp looked again at Fizzarolli standing nearby, who came out of that tent, looking around as if looking for someone, but he just walked on, never noticing the hiding Blitz. Blitz lowered his gaze, still holding the letter with flowers in his hand, and simply walked away from the lamppost, hearing someone walking in his direction.

If only I could speak aloud

Just what I feel when you're around

I'd finally confess my love in verse

But I'm not good with words

Fizzarolli continued to walk around the circus grounds, anxiously looking around. Blitz was watching him from afar again, hiding in the shadow of one of the tents.

If I was just like Shakespeare

Whispering sweet sonnets in your ear

I'd tell you everything you wanna hear

But I'm not good with words

Blitz looked down at the letter in his hands along with the flowers, involuntarily squeezing them, again going deeper into the black shadow, managing to create some kind of rustle that attracted the attention of Fizzarolli, who instantly darted in the right direction, checking if there was someone he was looking for, but found no one, again only sighing in disappointment and He continued to walk on.

If only I could find a way

To say it like them poets say

Sing a sweet and simple serenade

Directly to your heart

Blitz continued to wander around the circus grounds, trying to stay away from Fizz, afraid to catch his eye, but at the same time watching him from afar.

If only I could speak aloud

Just what I feel when you're around

I'd finally confess my love in verse

But I'm not good with words

The teenage imp climbed somewhere high on a pole, raising his gaze to the sky, and then sometimes inspecting the considerable territory of the circus, which almost no one walked that evening.

City seas or conversation

Oh words

They only bring me complications

Blitz looked down, noticing Fizz, who was about to notice him. He fell off the pole, fell down. And then he got up, dusted himself off, picking up the fallen flowers with the letter.

And when it comes to love

I'm useless!

The imp growled irritably, clutching his head with his hand, slightly digging his fingers into it in despair, and then sighed

Just full of bad excuses

And confessions gone unheard...

Blitz cautiously peeked out from behind the tent, again secretly watching Fizzarolli, whom someone called somewhere and the jester went closer to one of the tents, but without going inside, but stopped at the entrance.

If only I could find a way

To say it like them poets say

Sing a sweet and simple serenad

Directly to your heart

— If only I could speak aloud just what I feel when you're around... — Blitz finally got ready to go to his friend, but stopped abruptly. At one point, Fizzarolli had a lush bouquet of beautiful demonic flowers and a box of his favorite candies in his hands. It was just handed over from the audience after the performance, but here it is clear that one would think after seeing such beauty. Fizz was smiling happily, thanking someone in the tent and slightly embarrassed. Blitz clenched his teeth, and abruptly turned around, walking away, throwing flowers on the way and tearing the letter to hell, and then out of desperation and anger swallowed these torn pieces of paper, so that no one would ever find them, trying suddenly to restore them out of curiosity, continuing to hum with tears already in his eyes, and then turned to Fizz, who holding gifts in his hands, and Blitz walk away from the tent clenching his teeth in frustration.

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— But I won't say, cause everything decided, — The imp sobbed softly, wiping his eyes with his hand, and then turned around, walking away in his own direction, — And we will be divided... — he sang softly, just taking himself by the shoulders and left the territory of the circus, towards his house.

The end of the memory

— Be divided... — Blitz sang softly without noticing it, gradually coming out of the memory and watched as the desperate guy walked away, throwing away a love letter and flowers along the way and walked away from the park. It instantly reminded him of himself from the outside, — How do I fucking understand you, man… Meanwhile, Fizzarolli was staring at the dark-haired man, trying to digest what he saw in front of him. And he saw Blitz, who fell into a stupor and conveyed exactly the song from the memory. — So you've tried to tell me how you feel before, Blitz? — Fizzarolli began quietly. Blitz looked up at him seriously, — So it was you who sang then? I've been looking for you all evening, and you just ran away, afraid to tell me? Blitz… — Why didn't you tell me you were already in a relationship? — Blitz backed away from him slightly, crossing his arms over his chest, — I just remembered not only what I tried to tell you more than once in the past. I remembered that you're already in a relationship with someone. You said if we're restoring my memory, then you have to tell me everything and not hide anything. But you hid it. Intentionally, Fizz… — This is… Just... — Fizz instantly felt awkward and backed away a little, nervously fiddling with the bells on his jester hat, — It's just… How should I tell you… — Fizz, you know, we're people now, not demons. And I have a completely different feeling. And I feel like a third person in your relationship with Asmodeus. All this is in fact just treason. You're cheating on him to be with me, but you're also… — I just can't break his heart or yours, Blitz. There is no cheating. We are not people, we are demons, it is not considered normal for people to have such relationships, although they still have them. Ozzy and I have an open relationship, but we still love each other and I love you too… — Fizz… I think it's not okay that I'm just your lover. We need to end this… — You're just giving in to snotty human emotions right now, Blitz! Forget it! In my opinion, we are all satisfied with such a relationship and most importantly, no one is offended. It's in the world of people who build resentments, they say: "Oh, they don't give me enough love!" "Oh, I'm the third extra!" It's all bullshit, Blitz! I just love you both, okay? — And will you really be able to share your love for two, Fizzarolli? — Blitz squinted at Fizz and he fell silent, thinking hard about it, — Do not forget that it was Asmodeus who gave you a new life, while I ruined it. I can't give you what he could give you. You need to stay with him on a regular basis, Fizz. And you should forget about me at all, even as a friend... — The guy began to walk away, hugging himself by the shoulders, — Such a piece of shit as I am not needed in your happy life… Fizzarolli silently looked in his direction, disappointed in this situation, but he did not deliberately hide the truth about his relationship with Ozzy. He just forgot this moment because a lot of things happened after Blitz's memory loss. The people watching all this worried and followed the further events of the strange freakish guys, looking from one to the other. The weather outside deteriorated sharply and the rain began to drip. Blitz was walking away exactly the same as in the memory, when he thought that someone had already rolled up to Fizz and presented him with a gorgeous bouquet of sweets. Fizzarolli took a couple of steps towards him, and then stretched out his arms, grabbing Blitz, after which he instantly pulled him to himself, and then kissed him, not going to put up with this situation. He was going to let him know that he was capable of dividing his love into two important demons in his life. Blitz initially resisted, considering it all just nonsense and madness, but still he succumbed to these feelings, hugging Fizz tighter, prolonging the kiss with him. The onlookers cheered and applauded, but among them were those who looked with disgust and horror at the kissing and hugging guys in the park, on whom a few seconds later a festive shiny streamer and rose petals fell from somewhere above and all this settled on the hair of the converted demons. They don't care that it was public, they weren't up to it. They just didn't notice anyone around them. After a while, both broke off the kiss, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. — I'm sorry, Fizz.… I do not know what came over me, — Blitz awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, feeling terribly guilty. — It's all right, Blitz. You just succumbed to human emotions and feelings. If we were real people, we probably wouldn't have such a relationship, but we're demons, so I don't give a shit. And I'm capable of loving you two, Blitz. I'm really capable of this, because we are not people who feel weak about this, except for some harems, — The jester gently stroked the dark-haired man's cheek, and with his other hand lightly ruffled his hair with his fingers while he clung to him, hugging. Some of the people shed tears, believing that they saw a beautiful romantic picture in front of them, some were disgusted and wanted to get away. — Ugh, gays! — One of the spectators shouted, at whom some looked disapprovingly. In response, Blitz silently took out a pistol from his bosom and shot the man who was bothering them without looking, continuing to look only at Fizz and nowhere else. The jester smiled happily, looking into his eyes, hugging him, and then, without looking, stretched out his cybernetic arm to the side and punched another disgruntled person, causing him to fly three meters away. And after that, both guys just walked towards the exit from the park, holding hands and intertwined with suddenly appearing imps's tails, but still not turning back into demons. They just kept walking, looking at each other with loving eyes, but suddenly they noticed a really rich bastard in front of them, who looked like the right victim of the client, and both became alert. — Oh, what a charm... I'm going to throw up right now! What a disgusting picture! — The rich man expressed his fucking unnecessary opinion to anyone. — Fizz, it's him! — The jester immediately grabbed the rich man's body, and Blitz quickly pulled out a pistol, aiming and shooting, but the bullet hit the rich man's bulletproof vest hidden under his clothes, causing the two demons to get confused — What the fuck?! — Blitz, be careful! — Fizz pulled Blitz back in time, saving him from a flying bullet, and then both looked angrily at the rich man and his huge guards, one of whom shot Blitz. — You're going to regret contacting me, you two damn freaks! — Fuck you, asshole! I'm going to kill you, no matter what it costs me, because I got paid for it, you motherfucker, piece of shit! Stay out of our way, you moron, bitch, fucking, or I'll fuck you, your fucking guards, your dog and your wife, if there is one! — Unable to restrain himself, Blitz simply cursed at such a difficult victim, who was able to defend himself thanks to his servants. — Why the dog for?! — Fizz looked at Blitz indignantly. He realized that he had overdone it. — Oh...sorry! I won't touch the dog, but I'll fuck the hell out of everyone else! — And I'll fucking help him with it! I'm dangerous when I'm excited! — Fizz also spat a barb at the bastards, viciously clenching his hands into fists. — Are you so sure of that? Stupid demons! Fizz backed away with Blitz, realizing that it would not be possible to get rid of the right victim so easily, since he was prepared for an attempt on his life. And he had not just guards, but huge bullies who were already approaching the two converted demons. — Take them! — The rich bastard said in an imperative tone, Fizz and Blitz were abruptly attacked, and knocking out both with a powerful stun gun. Blitz stayed on his elbows, lying on the ground, and looked with hatred and malice at the future dead man, and spitting blood after the fight with guards due to resistance. Fizzarolli was unconscious, but also pretty battered, and Blitz turned his gaze on him. — Fizz ... — Blitz's hatred faded when he found the lifeless body of a friend near him, crawling closer to him, eventually losing his remaining strength and simply passed out, collapsing right next to his body. — It's a pathetic sight. Were you thinking of making an attempt on me? I deal with people like you in a special way~ You're not the first people who want to kill me. But you are not the last either. Put them in the trunk! These fiends of hell don't know who they're messing with, — The rich man said with an evil grin, watching as his guards tied up the lifeless bodies of the guys, and then roughly threw them into the trunk of a large golden car. Meanwhile, the people in the park immediately scattered, because they knew that it was very dangerous to mess with this difficult rich man. — And also grab me a couple of bitches to fuck. Those over there. The trunk is large, all four can fit. Hurry up! — The damn rich man ordered his buggers again, and his servants grabbed innocent girls, knocking them out and tying them up, and threw them into the trunk of the knocked—out demons, — We have fun today! It's going to be a fun night~

To be continued…