AN: New Chapter! Enjoy! First time writing Fizzarolli so please forgive me if I'm not good with his character. Feel free to point out strengths and flaws.

Disclaimer: I do not own Helluva Boss. Spiroz belongs to DaniDraws whose permission I have to use for this story.

Blitzo would be the first to say outright he's made many mistakes in his life, especially when it came to relationships. Back when he was younger, he would never admit it, but the truth was for an extended portion of his life, he wasn't a good person. However, hardship, tough acceptance, and becoming a family man had changed that mindset. Not to mention nearly killing yourself made it clear that, deep down, you knew something was wrong, and you'd rather die than accept it.

Because he was once toxic.

Super toxic.

He used people, broke their hearts, and always left them hurting even more. It was a selfish addiction that he had to get people to like or love him, use them, and then leave them in tears or angry beyond belief. In all honesty, he didn't mean to do it, but his paranoia of commitment had left him hurting some of the closest demons he knew in his life. He knew where it had all come from exactly. His home life wasn't the greatest with a father who abandoned his family, a mother who died when Blitzo was a child, and a sister who abandoned him that he hadn't spoken to in years.

Blitzo's family was a ruined mess, and he never wanted to go through that again. Yet, he longed for love. He needed it. Much as people like to think demons couldn't feel that emotion, they could. That was why he was so determined to make the company a family, hang out with Moxxie and Millie every day, and adopt Loona even when she was a teenager. Even despite his earlier statements about Stolas wanting him only for sex, there was a part of Blitzo back then that had fallen for the prince. He wanted something to fill the void his old broken family had left him.

He was desperate for love but was afraid of getting hurt again. Stolas had helped him with that by helping him realize he did love Blitzo. His new family cured him of his toxicity after his attempted suicide. And having a child, even if the methods eluded him, made him grow up. He changed, though it was hard, and he never felt happier thanks to those changes.

Of course, the shadows of his past still crept in the back of his head, and one name stood out. A former friend and ex-lover that Blitzo treasured more than any other demon in the pentagram. Even today, their relationship had fond memories, but a single mistake and a plan gone wrong had ruined what they had, much to his shame. Fizzarolli, the very same clown who was doing his show and making the audience laugh, was once a childhood friend of Blitzo's when he lived in the circus. Said circus had been in his family for generations that Fizz was going to inherit, and he had big dreams for it. He wanted his best friend, Blitzo, to be part of those dreams. It was their dream to be the big stars of their own big top one day. That friendship grew to love, and Blitzo still had fond memories of his first boyfriend. His first true love.

And then Blitzo ruined it.

And Fizzarolli hated him forever because of it.

The worst part was he had a right to do so.

However, he knew Fizz. He was up to something other than making these demons laugh. Ever since the incident that ruined their relationship, the clown had made it his life's mission to make Blitzo's entire existence miserable. Even after all these years, did the clown imp still try to ruin his life. He even crashed at his wedding with Stolas until his husband banished him from the grounds. Hard.

Yet that wasn't enough. From designing his robotic copies to constantly mocking and belittling Blitzo for every little thing he had ever done to outright humiliating him at a club by exposing his harmful actions as a lousy lover to the public. The fact that Verosika, another mistake from his past, had assisted in that only made it worse. That had been the incident that had made Blitzo want to kill himself. He didn't care if it meant that Fizzarolli had gotten his revenge. He just wanted the pain and guilt to stop. But he had been saved, healed, and stronger than ever.

But that still didn't mean he wanted to deal with this shit.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Blitzo said as he got up and urged his family to get their rumps off their seats. "Hopefully, he won't see us, and we can get out of here without him noticing."

"Why? What's going on?" Spiroz asked, tilting his head.

"Short answer, that's someone Daddy doesn't want to talk to, and we need to go before-"

Suddenly a spotlight was on all of them as Fizzarolli, jumping from table to table, flipped in the air before landing in the middle of them all. Looking into the eyes of his ex-lover, Blitzo felt his heart twist with both rage and bitterness. Whatever love he had for Fizz died a long time ago between them, but looking into those eyes, Blitzo could tell the hatred inside his old flame had only increased over the years.

"Well, well, well," Fizzarolli stated as he slowly got up and twisted himself a bit while grinning with his sharp pointy teeth. "If it isn't my old punching bag of a shitty ex, Blitzo. Fancy seeing you here."

"Oh, don't give me that bullshit," Blitzo shouted as he pointed to Fizzarolli. "You planned this, didn't you?! I don't know how or why, but I know you picked to do a show here because my family and I were coming to this establishment."

"Maybe I did? Maybe I didn't? What's it to you," Fizzarolli said as he stood up and grinned at everyone. "And I see you brought the whole family of freaks with you."

"Do not call us freaks, you Joker-Reject!" Octavia shouted as Samuel looked crossed that his girlfriend and her family were being called such.

"Yeah, what's your problem?!" Milton demanded with a growl. "We came here to have a good time, and you're just insulting us for no reason!"

"Oh, it's part of my act, sweetie," Fizzarolli said as he jumped off the table and backed away before summoning a mike. "I like to call it the Freak Show Family. Consisting of Hell's most embarrassing and pathetic individuals who all act like they're a normal part of our society, but nobody likes them. And who wouldn't? Especially since the former prince here is so weak that he gave up his power and position for an idiot like Blitzo here. Get invited to any family reunions anymore, Stolas? Or is that banishment still up?"

Stolas winced, but his eyes were glowing dark red from the insult. Spiroz had gulped and lowered his head. Despite technically being Goetia's, they weren't the most loved of the family houses. They were shunned, ignored, and forbidden from stepping foot on the grounds of any other Goetia family. The family heads didn't outright banish them from the family because of Octavia's connection with Queen Charlie. It got even worse when he was born, with some family members even openly calling him to be drowned or killed at a young age. Stolas had shown them that, despite his faults, he was still powerful and nearly wiped them out.

"And who did he give up his power to?" Fizzarolli asked as he zipped over between Octavia and Samual. "This little girl here was so scared of my robot clown version that she pissed herself in fear and ran away to her daddy screaming like a banshee. Are you feeling scared now, princess? Honestly, it was a waste of giving up such power. Octavia here is such a Heaven supporter she's got no demon bone to her, the little traitor. Oh, hey, Sammy? Maybe you might want to find someone else to screw around with since Octy here is such a daddy's girl that she maybe sucks his cock."

"You motherfucker!" Octavia screamed as she got up and tried to swipe at Fizzarolli, but he had flipped out of the way and jumped onto a ceiling chandelier as Samual stood next to his girlfriend and was ready to draw his sword. "Get down here, asshole! I'll rip your cock out and shove it down your throat!"

"Say that about Octavia again, you bastard, and I'll slice your head off!" Samual roared as his wings extended fully. "Or else just be silent and leave us alone!"

"Oh, but I'm not done talking yet," Fizzarolli shouted as he swung around. "I got plenty of shit to talk about regarding you guys!"

"Can I please just kill the son of a bitch this time instead of hitting him with a guitar?" Millie asked her husband, which made Fizzarolli land before them while glaring at her.

"Yeah, I remember that well, bitch," Fizzarolli growled. "Try that again, and I'll shove that guitar down your throat and use your horns as a backscratcher."

A second later, Fizzarolli had two guns pointed at him. One was from Moxxie, and the other was from Mitzy, while Milton and Millie already had their knives out. With a cold tone, Moxxie muttered, "You touch even one hair on her head, and I will fill you with more holes than Blackford Lancashire."

"Heh, like I'm afraid of a little bitch like you or your spawns," Fizzarolli chuckled as he leaned back, nonchalant. "Are you two still the boring couple that acts so lovey-dovey it makes Cupid throw up? I'm surprised you two managed even to have kids. Are they just as limp dick like you, or do they actually have some balls?"

There were gunshots from Moxxie, Milzy, and even Blitzo himself with his signature flintlock pistol. Still, Fizzarolli had already jumped to the ceiling again and swung on a railing before laughing. "You guys are getting slow in your old age. Has being parents to a bunch of brats made you that weak?"

"How about you quit talking and just come down here so we can rip you limb from limb!" Loona cried out, her fur going wild as her teeth began to show. "Because news flash, clown, you're not as funny as you think! You're just a pathetic loser holding a grudge that-"

"A GRUDGE?!"

Fizzarolli growled as he slammed to the ground, his feet making cracks on the pavement as he pointed to Blitzo. "What he fucking did to me is more than just a goddamn grudge! He ruined my life! My family's life! All because he's a greedy son of a bitch who cares about nobody but himself!" He glared at Blitzo and snarled at him while Blitzo looked down, trying to avoid his gaze. "I told you stealing from Mammon wasn't worth it, but you didn't listen! And when we were shit up a creek, you sacrificed me to escape and let me fall down that burning inferno!" Lowering his face, Fizzarolli growled as he showed his mechanical limbs. "You left me to die in that fire...the fire that gave me these while covered in burn wounds from horn to tail! They even had to remove my horns so that I could survive! My family had to sell the entire circus to pay for my medical bills, and not once did you even come to visit me in the hospital!"

Blitzo took a look at Spiroz, who was shocked to hear that his father had done such a thing. He winced and sighed. It had been true. Well, most of it. The plan to steal from Mammon to help with the circus's financial troubles had been a stupid idea, but he just wanted to help. He never meant for it all to crash down as it did. He didn't mean to let his best friend, his lover, suffer like that, nor let the family that had helped raise him to lose their legacy in such a shitty way.

"All the same, I guess, because I was going to kill you as soon as I saw you again! You ruined my family's legacy, and you didn't even have the decency to own up to it?! How many lives have you ruined, Blitzo? How many hearts have you broken?! You're a piece of shit, and no matter how much you try to hide it!" Fizzarolli shouted as he spat in front of the silent imp.

He then pointed to everyone in his group, who looked ready to kill the clown. "And you think having this so-called family makes you a better person? You married a man who cheated on his wife and hurt his daughter for selfish reasons, which makes you two a fitting couple. Your so-called adopted daughter here is an STD-wielding brat with anger issues, which you treated like a little kid despite being a grown-up, and only still lives with you because you now live in a fancy mansion and is too worthless to support herself. And your favorite couple is only with you because you're the only person willing to hire their sorry asses. Do you still stalk them? Watch them fuck? Or maybe you grew bored of them now that they have their own kids?"

Fizzarolli then turned his grinning expression to a gulping Spiroz, who very much wished to disappear, especially when a spotlight came down upon him and had the entire room's focus be on him. "Speaking of kids, should we talk about this abomination? This sin against nature itself?"

"Don't you dare speak about my son like that!" Stolas shouted as he finally had enough and lifted his arm to cast a spell, but it just flickered a few sparks, to his surprise. "W-what the?"

"Power disruptor fields in the theater," Fizzarolli said with a grin. "The management's way to make sure that the more powerful customers don't kill their acts, especially the comedians that heckle the audience."

"How lucky," Octavia growled as she tried summoning her magic, but it failed.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yeah! This guy," Fizzarolli pointed to a blushing and squirming Spiroz as he asked, "Hey, I've always wanted to know? Whose ass did your spawn come out of? Bird boy's fluffy butt or your sorry red ass? It's hard to tell because I don't know who the bigger bitch is in this relationship."

There were a few giggles from the crowd as Spiroz whimpered.

"Tell me, kid? Whose teat did you have to suck to get your milk during your beginning months? Or did you have to suck one of your daddy's cocks?" More laughter, and Spiroz just closed his eyes to hold back the tears.

"Oh, are you going to cry, kiddy?" Fizzarolli grinned as he chuckled. "I guess you must be related to your sister. She cried like a pussy during my shows as well."

"Don't call my sister a pussy, you asshole!" Spiroz shouted in anger as he stood up and glared down at the surprised clown. "You don't know anything! Nothing at all about my life! My parents love me and-"

"Oh, please, like Blitzo knows what it means to love!" Fizzarolli shouted.

"You're wrong about that."

Blitzo walked over and put his hand on Spiroz's arm before glaring at Fizzarolli. "I do know what it means to love, Fizz. I may not have understood it at first, but I know what it is like now. Love is when you are willing to do whatever it takes to make sure the people you treasure around you are safe, happy, and living the life they want. Stolas isn't my booty call that I fuck with just to feel some pleasure. He's my husband, who I will stay faithful to until the day I die. Loona and Octavia are my daughters. Maybe not by blood, but I have seen them grow into great women who have achieved much in their lives. Octavia is respected and loved by Queen Charlie, and someone like Samual here can see that she clearly is an amazing girl." The captain of the guard nodded fiercely.

"Loona and I might have had a rough start, but she calls me 'dad,' and I'll always treasure those times I hear it. Maybe I wasn't the best parent initially, but I learned from my experience. My employees and their children? They're my family. Moxxie is my best friend. A better friend than you have ever been," Blitzo continued, which made Fizzarolli frown. "He's a good man who deserves a loving wife like Millie, who I swear is his soulmate. Their kids are the cutest things in the world, save for my own, and I will protect them as if they were my own."

"Love you too, Uncle Blitz!" Mitzy shouted with a thumbs-up as Milton nodded.

Blitzo then turned his eyes towards his son and smiled warmly at him. At that moment, Spiroz felt as if his worries were now gone.

"And my son is the most precious thing in the entire universe to me," Blitzo held his son's hand and smiled. "I don't care what anyone thinks of him. Spiro is a bright, kind, and gentle soul I've never been more proud of in my entire life. He's the one thing that I treasure more than my own life, and I've raised him to be better than me." He then glared at Fizzarolli and, in turn, the rest of the audience. "You may call him an abomination, but I call him my son! So if you have any issues with him, you can go fuck yourselves!"

"Dad..." Spiroz whispered with tears in his eyes as he placed a hand over his heart and smiled.

"Wow, great speech," Fizzarolli replied while slowly clapping sarcastically. "I even threw up inside when I started hearing it."

Sighing, Blitzo rubbed his temple before growling. "Fizz? I get it. You hate me. And you have all the reasons in the world to do so. I hurt you. I broke you. I ruined you. But I didn't mean to do it. I only wanted to help you, and when I failed to save you...I was too ashamed to look at you. I wanted to save you, but I was too afraid and..." Sighing Blitzo looked down with eyes that made him seem twenty years old. "I'm not making excuses for what I did. You have every right to hate me, but is it really worth it at this point, Fizz? I don't care anymore. I'm happy because I have all I need in the world. But I think that's the problem, isn't it?"

Blitzo pointed to his ex-boyfriend, who froze in place upon the imp assassin saying his following words. "Because while my lover still stuck with me even after it was exposed to the public, Ozzie dumped your sorry ass to save his reputation when it was learned you both were actually in love and not in a lustful relationship!"

For the first time since their exchange, Fizzarolli was silent and blushed as whispers were now being talked about him. He nervously looked around while clenching his teeth and hands while Blitzo continued to hammer in his point, making the clown misty-eyed. "Ozzie had a choice when you were both exposed. Stay with you or keep his reputation as the Ring Lord of Lust. How hurt were you when he broke it off with you? Did you feel your heart shatter when the guy you loved broke up with you? Because that's the difference between you and me, Fizz."

Blitzo smiled and turned to his husband, who warmly winked. "My lover stood by me even at the lowest point. We didn't care if all of Hell condemned us. We were in love. And we didn't give a shit what everyone else thought." He then turned to Fizzarolli and grinned. "You may be famous, funny, and probably iconic. But I'm happier than you because I managed to make a life for myself. And what have you done but swallowed in your hatred and disgust of me? Lived a lonely life of jerking off to yourself?"

"Shut up..."

"Because news flash, Fizzarolli. I don't care about you anymore!" Blitzo shouted, pointing at him. "You're part of a past that I accepted and moved on from. Maybe you should do the same thing, or are you that pathetic to still hold onto a grudge after all these years while ignoring everything else around you?!"

"Shut up!"

"Honestly," Blitzo shrugged and grinned, "if it wasn't so sad? I'd say it was hilarious."

"I SAID SHUT UP!" Fizzarolli shouted as he threw his arms back, screaming in anger as the entire place went silent. And then, Fizzarolli began to laugh. Not the good kind of laugh either. The one that made it clear something inside of him broke. "You know what? You are right. You're happier than me. I can't stand it. I can't stand that a piece of shit like you got to have a good life in the end instead of being buried in a nameless grave. The fact that you, of all people, got to have an honest to god lover and family while I lost the love of my life?! I can't stand it! So I'm going to hurt you to make you feel what I feel!"

Before anyone could react, Fizzarolli drew a hidden pair of wrist blades from his arms and charged at Blitzo whose eyes widened from the surprise attack. Gasping in horror, Spiroz reacted and pushed his father aside but found himself now on a collision course with Fizzarolli, bloodlust on his face, aiming for both daggers at Spiroz.

"Spiro!" Everyone shouted in horror, which only made the clown's smile increase. Killing Blitz's kid in front of him was even more perfect revenge than killing Blitzo, so he increased his speed.

Sprio just stood there, frozen as the daggers were this close to touching his chest. However, unbeknownst to anyone, a small glowing aurora came from under his shirt. A particular necklace had detected ill intentions from a demonic presence seeking to harm its master.

And so, in a bust of blue and white light, there was an explosion. Everyone in the room gasped and was blown away when a shield of holy heavenly bless light erupted from Spiroz, who stood in shock as his Evil Eye necklace glowed. The shield quickly expanded into a tornado of sacred blue fire that Fizarooli screamed in terror upon seeing and sensing its divine strength. He made an effort to escape, but it was too late. The burning blue flames swarm over him like a tsunami and spread throughout every corner of his body.

Feeling the powerful angelic aurora, every demon in the building stood in terror as Fizzaroll's window-shattering screams echoed in their ears and down to their very souls. When the bright light had vanished, the clown was lying on the ground screaming in pain and agony as he lit up like a miniature sun. The holy flames burned his flesh, organs, blood, and bone as he continued to wail in terror. "PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT! HELP ME! HELP ME! GAAAAHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! OZZIE! OZZIE! HELP ME!"

A horrified Spiroz slowly backed away and watched as the figure that tried to kill him continued to scream and struggle against the divine fire until he was silent and unmoving. It took ten minutes for the fires to finally be put out on their own, but all that was left made every demon sick.

It was a blacked skeleton of a once well-known and respected clown.