Cracks in the Mask

by TMoe1997

A collection of stories I wrote for FizzarOzzie Week that have an interwoven narrative connecting them. They follow Fizzarolli from when he first entered Ozzie's doors to his current relationship with Asmodeus. There's humor, angst, comfort, and a reveal that may change their relationship forever.

3. Let it Burn

Exactly one year has passed since Fizz has joined Ozzie's, and Asmodeus feels it's a good reason for them to celebrate. To make sure he gets the best, they're going to Greed, the ring of gambling, and expensive bars and restaurants. But the thought of going back to that ring is putting Fizz on edge, as it's where he spent most of his life when he was in the circus. Surely nothing bad will happen now that he's with Asmodeus, right?

"Now departing for Sloth. Take your time, this elevator is in no rush!"

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus sat together at the Ring transfer station, watching demons slowly get out of their seats and walk over to the elevator after the announcement. It had now been one year since they first met and Asmodeus wanted to take his favorite imp somewhere to celebrate. That somewhere being in the Greed Ring, which made Fizz uncomfortable. He hadn't been there in a long time, and he had hoped he wouldn't have to go back. For that ring was where he spent most of his life in the circus. He didn't talk much about that part of his life with him, he felt it was too personal and would interfere with the relationship they currently had. There was no need to let emotions get in the way of a good thing. Still, he couldn't help but feel nervous, and he leaned on Asmodeus to find comfort in his warmth.

He felt Asmodeus shift slightly, and a large arm wrapped around him, pulling him in closer. Unknowingly to the Goetia, this further helped to soothe Fizz. Then he spoke up, trying to pass the time until it was their turn to depart.

"One year Fizzy-pop, one year since you came into my business and my life." He looked down at the imp, curled in his arm, and he stroked his face with a finger. "How the time flies. You've been an absolute pleasure to be with, and hopefully you will continue to be for years to come."

Fizz blushed and tucked his head into Asmodeus, eliciting a chuckle from the giant man. Although he knew him well enough that this praise for him was more than commonplace, it still felt overwhelming. Usually he'd tell him to stop, but the swishing of his tail gave away his true feelings towards his words.

Eventually, he raised his head again and asked his lover a question, one that was born from his worries and had been gnawing at him for the past hour. "Did we have to leave Lust to celebrate though Ozzie? I'm sure we have plenty of things to do here, we don't have to go to Greed."

When he mentioned the name of the other ring he failed to hide the derision in his tone. This was something that Asmodeus noticed, and like always he tried his best to calm Fizz's fears.

"We're going to Greed, because you deserve to be treated right. The Greed Ring has the most upscale restaurants, and the finest drinks, in all of Hell. As much as I love Lust, there's only one commodity we specialize in here."

Fizz knew he had a point, but still his nerves won over, and he tried to argue against him. "Are you sure it isn't just overpriced crap? You know how Mammon is."

"I do Fizzy," he said, stroking Fizz's head like he was a pet. "Which is why I know where the good stuff really is; I'm no tourist. Trust me, you always give the best, so you will only be receiving the best."

With that remark, the hand that was petting his head came down to the lower parts of his body; his fingers played around with Fizz's most delicate areas, and it took a lot of restraint for Fizz to not immediately give in. It wasn't fair, Asmodeus knew too well how to make him happy and snap him out of his worries. Yet even so, he loved the attention he gave him, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan while Asmodeus smiled warmly down at him.

With a shaky breath, Fizz looked up at the lustful demon and smiled. "O-Ozzie, we're in public." He said it teasingly, but he actually didn't care where they were.

Asmodeus knew this, and he called him out on it. "Like you care where we are. Besides, who would stop us?"

Then, as if the station itself heard their private conversation, the intercom blared back to life and made another announcement.

"Elevator 666, now boarding for Greed. Hope you have your wallet on you."

Asmodeus's smile pulled back into an annoyed expression, and he retracted his touch, much to Fizz's dismay. "Well, talk about unfortunate timing," he quipped, standing up.

Looking down at Fizz, he beckoned him over with a jerk of his head, and he took that as a sign to extend his arms around Asmodeus's neck and pull himself up into his mane. Once he was settled in, laying across Asmodeus's shoulders, the Goetia reached over and stroked Fizz's chin, walking them over to the elevator.

The elevator between rings was surprisingly fast given how large Hell was, and after a few minutes of descent the doors opened out into the station in Greed. The two exited the elevator and made their way through and out of the station into the street. From his perch on Asmodeus's shoulders Fizz could see they were definitely in Greed now; not much had changed in the year since he was gone.

An ugly piss-yellow coloration blanketed the skies above. The roads were lined on either side by casinos, flashing lights that advertised to the souls here where they should burn their money. They seemed to stretch for miles in either direction, but they all offered pretty much the same thing. The minute chance to become richer than your wildest dreams; so long as you ignored the more likely chance you would lose everything. And most did, as people filtered in and out of different buildings, hoping to try their luck at every location.

The sight made Fizz groan, which Asmodeus heard and he patted the imp reassuringly.

"Well obviously we won't be staying here Fizzy. Although the casinos take up space at least five miles in every direction around the station, Mammon's way of trapping newcomers who don't know any better, so it'll be a bit of a walk before we get to the good places."

Fizz knew this, he had been through this area more than a couple times before. But rather than say that, he sighed and replied with, "Well I guess you should start moving then. I'm using your legs after all."

Asmodeus smirked at his cheeky remark and gave him a gentle boop on his nose, causing him to smile himself. Then he did as he said and started walking through the rows of multi-colored lights and sounds. For a while, the scenery didn't really change. While the shapes of the buildings, and the images that accompanied them, varied, they were all the same in their function. Demons continued to flit about, not paying any attention to the Goetia and the imp draped around him. They were more concerned with spending more, earning more, winning more. The rush that came with gambling had overtaken their senses, allowing them relative peace as they marched onwards. It all started to blur, but just as it was about to seem never-ending they broke out of the daze of slots, cards, and tables, and into a more welcoming area.

The road ahead lacked the casinos they left behind, and was instead filled with fancy restaurants, hotels, and bars; not in any particular order. It was enough to shake Fizz out of the dizziness he had been feeling up until that point. Rather than the random blinding lights that hypnotized the demons they had passed, these lights were simple and pleasing to the eye. Neon signs hung above grand establishments that looked to be sculpted from marble, and those were just the bars. The hotels were even grander, rising up into the sky at heights that seemed like they would break into the next ring. And the restaurants, while wider than they were tall, held lines outside that ran down the block.

Although Fizz had lived here most of his life, he can't remember ever coming down here. It was too upscale for someone of his, at the time, meager stature. Although he held derision for this ring, he couldn't help but be awestruck at the glamour of it all. Asmodeus could feel his change in attitude, Fizz's breathing becoming audible as his mouth hung slightly open.

"It's like Mammon says, what good is money if you have nowhere to spend it?" Asmodeus said, placing a hand on Fizz again. "Sure you could endlessly bet your life away, but if you give people a reason to bet, something just out of reach that they believe they can attain… well that'll keep them spending forever and ever."

He paused briefly, continuing to pet Fizz as he relaxed at his touch. "It's ingenious in a way. But enough talk about him, this is our night. And our first stop is right over there."

He pointed a large finger towards a building ahead and Fizz followed it. It was one of the marble-sculpted bars he noted earlier. At first he believed the choice was completely spur of the moment; it was the closest building that wasn't a casino and he never made mention of the place before they got here. But Asmodeus knew what he was doing, and once he crossed the street and stopped in front of the establishment he explained himself to Fizz.

"Welcome to A Taste of Greed. I've been here a couple times myself and I must say it is phenomenal. Few other bars in this ring offer anything more than this one currently does. Great atmosphere, the food is better than every restaurant on this street, and most importantly it has those mixed drinks you love so much!"

Fizz extended his legs to the ground and released his grip on Asmodeus, standing up beside him. "Well, I do love a good drink, let's go in."

He took a step forward, but Asmodeus placed a hand on him to keep him in place. "Hold on now babe, I should warn you that the alcohol they serve is very strong, and you can barely taste it. It gets me so tipsy I can barely walk in my heels!"

Fizz rolled his eyes at his words, knowing he was just teasing him. With one hand, he nudged Asmodeus off him and said, "C'mon Ozzie, I know how to handle my liquor. Besides, you and I both know I can outdrink you any day, so it's no surprise a few drinks got you loose."

Asmodeus feigned a gasp, "Is that a challenge I hear Fizzy?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," Fizz responded. "Just don't be surprised when I have to carry you back to the station." He tilted his head up and gave him a mischievous grin.

Asmodeus gave a low chuckle, "Well, we'll see. Although I'd rather we pace ourselves, I have other things planned for us to do today. No sense in wasting all our time here."

Fizz shrugged, "Fair enough." Then the two of them walked into the bar together.

At first, they only had a few drinks, ordering food to go with it so it didn't go through their systems as quickly. But as the minutes turned into hours, they got lost in each other's company. Jokes were told by both, and more than a couple times they got a little handsy with each other. Not like anyone inside with sense was going to stop them. Soon, the drinks turned to shots, and eventually it didn't matter how much food they consumed as liquor started to take over their senses. They started to laugh at the simplest noises, or nothing at all, and the glasses kept piling around them. The sky outside turned from a bright yellow into a dark gold, indicating night had come. Only then did they finally walk out.

Both were very inebriated. Like he said, Asmodeus was awkwardly stumbling side to side as he completely forgot how to walk in his own glamorous shoes. Fizz, similarly, looked like his legs were malfunctioning. They would arch up in front of him before coming down to the ground, as if he was attempting to climb the world's largest staircase. They stood just outside the building and looked at each other, swaying around in small circles and giggling occasionally.

"We overdid iiiiit," Asmodeus drawled, his lips pulled tight to try and suppress laughter at the sound of his own voice. His head then slowly turned to look down at Fizz, who was staring ahead cross-eyed. "When you said you could… drink me under the table… did you mean it literally?"

He couldn't hold it in anymore, and as he asked him the question laughter hissed out of his mouth and he tried to cover it with his hands. Fizz's head snapped up to look at him, his arms flopping around uselessly.

"You sssssssshut up! My drink spilled! I couldn't just… let it go to waste." He slurred his words more than Asmodeus did, and his voice was raspier now that he was under the influence. His head dipped down again after his explanation, and when it did he saw something in Asmodeus's hand.

"Hey, when… where… when did you get those?"

Asmodeus followed his gaze and raised the object that was in his hand. It was a case of six brown bottles labeled "A Taste of Greed". He looked up into the sky and thought for a moment, as he had forgotten where he got it. Then his eyes widened as the memory floated back into his brain.

"Oh, oh yeah. The umm owner came out with this when he saw us leaving. Said I should take some as a gift and… um what else did he say? Oh yeah, consider them as a supplier for Ozzie's!"

Fizz pouted, "Even when we're supposed to be having fun you're doing business!"

"Baby, baby," Asmodeus leaned down close to Fizz's level, nearly threatening to crush him, "it was a gift! I can't just say no, that would be… not nice. Look if it happens again I'll tell them to… call me later. Pleeeeeease don't be mad at meeeeeee."

Fizz glanced over at the Goetia, who was now giving him a pouty look in return. He rolled his eyes and threw his arms over Asmodeus's shoulders, hanging onto him and letting his legs give out beneath him.

"I'm not mad you big chicken, I'm just fuckin' with ya. So where are we goin' next?"

Asmodeus's brain didn't register the "big chicken" comment, and he looked around trying to figure out where to go next. As his head moved side to side he dragged Fizz along with him, his legs swinging around behind him. After a few seconds, Asmodeus gave up trying to figure it out and decided to go down a random street and see what they have.

"We're going left," he said, pointing right.

Fizz rolled his head back so he could see where he was pointing. He released his hold on Asmodeus and stumbled back onto his feet. "Alright, left it is!" Then he walked off, with Asmodeus following close behind.

They walked, or rather tottered, along the sidewalk. Sometimes on the road, but mostly on the sidewalk. After a while, the scenery took another change. They had passed by more bars, which they didn't enter having had more than enough to drink, and restaurants, which they skipped because none of it looked good. Then when those were lost to the background there was nothing of note at all. Just seemingly miscellaneous buildings that held nothing of interest. They could still hear the noises of the gambling district, so they weren't too far away, but it was starting to become clear they took a wrong turn. Rather than double back, however, they pressed onward, hoping that something would be waiting up ahead.

They finally came to a crossroads after what felt like an hour of walking, with the road splitting to the right and left, and on the corner of this intersection there was a sign. To the right was the financial district, nothing but banks and other similar institutions that definitely weren't fun, nor open at this time of night. So all that remained was what lay ahead on the left. The entertainment district. It didn't take long for them to decide on following that sign, even in their intoxicated state.

Soon enough, the sounds of the gambling district died away as they moved further into Greed, to be replaced by another, more exciting sound. They didn't know what it was at first, but it was strangely upbeat and got their hearts pumping. It promised excitement, and it was enough to make them quicken their pace to find its source. As they passed more nondescript, seemingly empty, buildings they started to see another set of bright lights in the distance. It was similar to that of the casinos in the gambling district, but the way these lights shined was different. Different, except to Fizz, who started to feel something was familiar about them and the place they were currently in.

He slowed his pace, letting Asmodeus go ahead of him, while his drunken brain tried to piece together why he was starting to feel sick. He knew it wasn't the alcohol, or maybe it was? He placed a hand on his head as he racked his brain for the answer. It came soon enough, however, when he heard Asmodeus shouting.

"Fizz, look at this! There's a circus over here!"

Suddenly, upon hearing those words, he was feeling more awake. The booze that had been drowning his mind seemed to instantly dissipate. This had to be a coincidence. Greed is a big place, and there is more than one circus. No way in hell it was the same place he grew up in.

Lost in his thoughts and growing fears, he joined Asmodeus's side. He was looking past a wire fence towards large red and white tents in a field on the other side. The sounds they heard earlier were clearly emanating from here. Large spotlights swept the outside of the main tent. Cars were parked on the grass outside, so many it had to have been a full house. At last, Fizz saw a banner wrapped between two poles sticking out of the ground in front of the road leading to the tent, and his fears were realized. There was a name on the banner, "Avarice Acrobats and Co." His old home.

Fizz shakily stepped forward and ran his fingers through the wires, bracing himself against the object dividing him from his old trauma. It had been a year since he was last here, but he had hoped when he left it that it would have been torn down due to lack of interest. In the last days he worked there barely anyone showed up, and pretty much everyone at the time believed Mammon was going to shut them down any day. But it was still here, now seemingly better than ever. It wasn't fair. After everything they did to him they get to continue on happily? They deserved to rot in the streets. These angry thoughts danced behind Fizz's eyes, and he gripped tightly onto the fence, his hand shaking with the intensity.

Asmodeus heard the fence rattling in Fizz's grasp, and he looked down at him. Concern flashed across his drunken expression seeing the anger on Fizz's face. "Fizzy, what's wrong?"

Hearing the Goetia, his expression softened slightly, then his brow immediately creased in frustration. He had only ever told him the basic details of his past, but now that he was seeing the tent standing tall in front of him, taunting him, he couldn't help letting all of it spill out.

"That fucking place… is where I used to live, before I came to you."

Asmodeus remembered him telling him a long time ago that he used to be in the circus, which helped to explain the get-up he had been wearing since they first met. Although he failed to catch the contempt in his tone, drunk as he was; he said, "Oh, that's neat. I bet you had a lot of fun there."

Fizz's grip on the fence tightened, and anger returned to his face and his voice. "Yeah, I did. I did until that fucking accident happened, and I lost everything."

This time Asmodeus heard the harshness of his words, and he looked at Fizz more closely. He saw the shaking in his arms, the robotic limbs he designed and had built. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together, and he immediately felt regretful at his choice of words.

Before he could try to apologize, Fizz continued to lay his emotions bare. "You might think I'd hate Mammon for letting that happen to me. I haven't been subtle in… showing how much I hate this place. And honestly, for a while, I did. He builds everything in this ring, the support beams were clearly unstable yet he never bothered to fix it. He only gave a damn when it finally broke down, and it dipped into his pocket."

"But after a long time thinking, I realized something. I can't blame him. He never cared about me, or anyone in the tent that day. Goetia like him don't ever care about people like me. It ain't their job to. No, I blame the people who treated me like shit after. As if it was my fault the tent collapsed and I got my arms and legs crushed!"

He punched the fence with resentment, tears starting to sting his eyes. "I know they're still in there now. Those same people who spat on me, now wearing smiles and acting like they're the friendliest people in all the fucking rings. But I know better than that Ozzie. They left me for dead, and when they learned I survived they mocked me every single day until I left. I didn't get an ounce of sympathy… not even from the person I thought I loved…"

His voice drifted off, and he screwed his eyes shut trying to drive the memory of him away. "It all needs to go," he exclaimed, his eyes snapping open. He looked back up at Asmodeus, "I want it gone from the face of this fucking ring!"

His chest heaved up and down as he breathed hard from his outburst. Asmodeus did nothing but look down at him shocked. He had never told him any of this, and now he regretted ever bringing him here. He wished he just listened to him at the station when he asked them to stay in Lust. But now here he was, crying over bad memories that he inadvertently drudged up. For a while the two just looked at each other, then Fizz turned his head down to the ground and shook his head slightly.

Placing a hand on his forehead, "Fuck, what am I saying? Guess all that alcohol really got to me," he let out a forced snicker, which Asmodeus didn't respond to. He continued, "We should probably head back, nothing much down here that's fun. That last restaurant we passed seemed interesting, let's go try that."

He turned away from his concerned lover and walked away, wanting to get as far from here as possible. But, once again, a large hand stopped him, and he turned around. Asmodeus looked at him with similarly sad eyes, his other heads mimicked this expression, and he knelt down and pulled him into an unexpected hug.

"I care Fizzy, and I'm so sorry for bringing you here."

His words stunned the imp, and he couldn't think of something to respond with. His arms didn't even move to embrace his partner in return. He just stood there, not expecting this kind of closeness from the lustful demon. Sensing his mild discomfort, Asmodeus pulled away and held him in both hands. He put on a warm smile to try and soothe him, and it worked, somewhat. Fizz relaxed slightly and gave a small smile back.

Seeing this, Asmodeus released Fizz and reached over to grab the case of alcohol he was given. But his hand paused short of the handle as an idea formed in his head, and a devilish grin swept his face. Fizz saw this, and he looked up at him with confusion.

"Ozzie? What's going on up there?"

He only got a dark chuckle in response, as he pulled a bottle out and easily snapped the lid off. Reaching into his coat he pulled out a handkerchief and started to stuff the tip into the bottle, saying, "I was thinking… if this place upsets you so much, then why don't we tear it down? We'll burn it off the face of Greed, just like you said!"

Fizz's eyes widened, looking between the bottle in his hand and the evil look in his eyes. Instinctively his hands went up and he gave a nervous laugh in return. "Woah woah Ozzie, not that I don't appreciate the gesture, nor the idea of arson in general… but I wasn't actually being serious!"

Asmodeus didn't believe him, pulling out another bottle and breaking its top off before handing it to Fizz. "I can see the true emotions of every demon Fizzy, you should know this by now. If your words could breathe fire this entire ring would look like Wrath. Besides, this will be more fun than eating food at an overpriced restaurant."

Fizz took the bottle reluctantly, looking at it. Asmodeus wasn't wrong, the only thing stopping him from setting fire to the entire place right now was the fact that he lacked a match. Even so, he felt trepidation about what may happen to Asmodeus if he accepted.

"Ok, yeah, but what about you? If Mammon finds out you did this…"

"Babe, babe," he slurred, rubbing a large hand over Fizz's face in an attempt to silence him, "you let me worry about Mammon, if we get caught. Besides, I'll let you in on something. I remember this circus now. He had been complaining for weeks about it not making a profit, even with the added Robofizzes. I honestly don't know why he hadn't shut it down yet, but pretty soon it will be. Then he'll thank me for it, if we get caught. It's a win-win for everyone!"

Fizz listened to his drunken explanation, then clumsily removed Asmodeus's hand from his face with a titter. "Fine, fine, get off me you lush-"

"Like you're one to talk, you drank as much as me," Asmodeus interrupted, retrieving another handkerchief from within his jacket. Handing it over to Fizz, he took it and looked at it closely. It was a beautiful piece of cloth, purple in color with an 'A' written in cursive in the corner. He admired it for a moment, a part of him would feel bad for setting it on fire.

He likewise shoved it into the bottle, making sure the cloth extended well into the alcohol and was soaked in it. He gazed back up at Asmodeus, the sadness and anger in his face was replaced with a twisted smile, one might even call it sinister. Not Asmodeus though. Seeing the imp happy again filled him with joy, and he pulled out an oversized lighter and held it in his other hand.

Nodding towards the fence, he whispered, "Alright, let's go. Make sure to keep it discreet." Then he stood up, walked into the fence, and tripped over it, making it bend under his weight as he fell onto the other side.

The laughter from Fizz was immediate. He couldn't keep himself from letting out a long, boisterous cackle seeing Asmodeus face-first in the grass. At the very least the bottle he was carrying didn't smash on the way down.

Asmodeus gave a small groan, and he raised his head up slowly. "What did I tell you… 'bout bein' discreet? Laugh quieter."

"Babe, if nobody heard you fall, nobody is going to hear me laugh," Fizz chortled, calming himself down. He stepped through the opening Asmodeus created, making sure not to step on the Goetia himself, and he stood by his head. The two other heads in Asmodeus's mane had swirls in their eyes, still dazed by the sudden impact of the fall. Asmodeus, however, was standing back up, kicking the fence out from under him as he did so. Once he had returned to his feet, the two of them continued through the field until they were just outside the main tent.

They made sure to stick to the cover of darkness, but as they looked around they couldn't see anyone else. It seemed the people who came here were all watching whatever acts were currently taking place, and they could hear them from outside. They made noises of astonishment, as well as laughter, at the entertainment that was put on display for them. It was enough to make Fizz's blood boil again, and he gripped the bottle tightly. He had forgotten all of his past concerns, only caring that this place died for good.

Fizz felt a warmth by his face that pulled him from his thoughts, and saw Asmodeus's lighter burning in front of him. His bottle was already lit, now it was time for him to do the same. He extended it out so the cloth sticking out would catch fire, and when it did Asmodeus replaced his lighter within his suit.

"Alright Fizzy, on three. Ready?" Asmodeus asked Fizz, and he nodded eagerly.

"One… two… happy anniversary," he paused the countdown with an endearing smile, prompting Fizz to look at him. Then, just as suddenly, he shouted, "Three!" Asmodeus stood after he exclaimed the final number in the countdown, and he threw the bottle as hard as he could to the top of the tent. It landed and broke immediately on contact, striking one of the beams at just the right angle. Alcohol quickly spread over the material, and flames along with it.

For a moment Fizz didn't throw his, the words Asmodeus squeezed in-between his countdown caught him by surprise. But, not wanting to have this chance wasted, he smiled at Asmodeus.

"Happy anniversary Ozzie," he said softly, then he threw his.

It arced in the air for a bit, before it connected the tent on the opposite side. Seeing it disappear over the tent, he thought he overthrew it. But hearing the bottle smash and seeing the flames above grow brighter his smile widened and he threw his hands in the air. His eyes were large on his head, seeing the rapidly-spreading destruction take over the top of the tent and realizing how much shit they just got themselves in. He could only hope they didn't get caught.

For a few seconds nothing happened. The flames crackled but there was no reaction to it from those inside. It made the two concerned.

"I don't suppose… we should-" Asmodeus started, but whatever he was trying to suggest was interrupted by the sounds of screaming.

They finally noticed their arson, and soon enough there were various demons filtering out of the tent hurriedly. They were in such a rush they didn't notice the two of them standing just out of the way. Fizz breathed a sigh of relief, thinking they were lucky. Then a loud groan could be heard, and the top of the tent buckled. Just after that, one of the beams snapped and the tent descended in on itself, getting completely engulfed in flames. The two demons looked at each other awkwardly, their mouths pulled into tight lines. Then they quickly turned around and sprinted back to the fence and hopped it. They paused only so Asmodeus could pick up the remaining alcohol they left on the sidewalk, then continued on their way without looking back.

Later on, Fizz was once again hanging off of Asmodeus, and the giant Lust demon was trudging them back to the elevator station. They both figured after their little act that it wouldn't be wise to spend any more time in this ring. That, and they had grown slightly tired after tonight's events.

"I should give them a call tomorrow," Asmodeus said, unprompted, "tell the people who gave us the alcohol that it makes amazing cocktails."

Although he couldn't see it, Fizz could feel he was smiling at the bad joke he had made. He decided to follow up with one of his own. "Yeah, it burns real nice as it goes down."

Asmodeus guffawed at his remark, a hand coming up in an attempt to calm himself. Fizz smiled, he loved making him laugh. It was one of the few things he was good at, and he always loved pleasing him. At the thought of being pleased, he looked back on what Asmodeus just did for him. He had never indulged him in his past before. But the instant he did, while he was under the influence of several kinds of drinks, his first response was to get rid of everything that made him unhappy. Burn it all down, whatever the consequences. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him in a long time.

So, obviously, he felt the need to thank him for it. "Thanks Ozzie, for doing that for me. It… it really meant a lot."

"Of course baby, I would do anything for you. I would even… even die for you," he said, finishing with a slight hiccup.

Fizz laughed at his exaggerated response, "Oh you're so full of it, Goetia can't die right?"

"Y'know… I don't know," Asmodeus said slowly. "But if I could die, I would. For you. Cause you're my special impyyy," as he gave back into the drink he stroked Fizz fondly, and the jester laid into his hand, loving his touch.

"My special impyyy, kinky impyyy… kinky slinky!"

Fizz's eyes popped open, and he poorly stifled a laugh. "What," he coughed, "what did you call me?!"

"You heard me my Fizzy-pop pop pop pop." With each pop sound he made he poked Fizz on the nose, until he slumped defeated on his shoulders. While he had more or less sobered up, Asmodeus was still a victim of the liquids he emptied into his body. He really couldn't handle his liquor.

"You're going to be the death of me Oz," was all he said, before closing his eyes again. Asmodeus merely chuckled at him, and continued walking through the bright streets on the way to the station.