A/N - Season 2 Episode 6 made me fall in love with Fizzarolli and Asmodeus. This story is inspired by it. This is how I imagine they met, got together, and got to the point in their relationship we see in the episode. Keep in mind I'm doing this for fun and because I have been inspired beyond belief. If you like it, let me know!
SPOILERS if you haven't seen S2E6
Chapter 1
It had been yet another dazzling performance at that night's show. As most shows went, the smaller acts had gone first. Followed by a crescendo of bigger and more impressive acts until finally, he took the center ring.
Fizzarolli, the act that had everyone coming back for more. He had a way of capturing the audience's attention unlike any act the circus had seen in years. The boy had a remarkable smile that he used to good effect, and humor paired with a wit sharper than a serpent's fangs.
The crowd loved him. And they made their love known at the end of every show. Fizz stood in the center ring, his act ended and he waved to the audience. He nimbly dodged and twirled as different objects were thrown at him. Ranging from money to flowers to candy and even a few unmentionables. His red hand reached out and snatched a black rose from the air with ease. He gave it a whiff and held it out as he bowed. His voice was smooth as he spoke "Thank you for coming out to see lil' ol' me, you've been a wonderful audience!" He turned around to leave, but returned with a sly smile and a wink, "Do come and see me again."
His face and his words had the desired effect and he heard a few of the young girls squeal from the first few rows. He wouldn't lie, he loved the attention. The cheers and delighted cries he could induce, it was intoxicating. But there was someone who he wanted the opinion of even more.
"Blitzo!" Fizz called, as he went behind the curtain out of the eyes of the dispersing crowd, searching for his friend. When he spotted him, he was near one of the splits in the curtain other performers would often watch through.
Just before Blitzo turned to face him, Fizz saw it. That dark look in his eye. He often saw it, but never thought much of it because it was always gone as soon as he noticed it. Just a figment of his imagination. His friend gave him a smile and a thumbs up, "Nice job out there, man. Really got the panties wet with those girls in the front."
Fizz came up to him and punched him in the arm, "You know what they say, gotta keep 'em coming back for more."
"Mhmm," Blitzo crossed his arms, "that singing though, trying to impersonate a harpy?" That usual teasing tone in his voice got an eye roll from Fizz.
"I've been told it's more like a siren, actually." Hand on his hip, he pointed a finger at Blitzo and challenged good naturedly, "Someone jealous?"
Fizz was caught off guard. He didn't miss the sudden widening of Blitzo's eyes or the tensing of his shoulders as he looked away. Fizz was only teasing. It was well known that Fizzarolli was the more preferred performer in the circus, but that didn't mean anything to Blitzo, didn't it?
Before Fizz could ask what was wrong, the other performers came up to them. Fizz was grabbed in a firm hug by his boss Buckzo and showered with praise. The small group surrounded him and he happily accepted the praise on a job well done. What he failed to notice was how when Buckzo turned Fizz around to walk the other direction, he shoved Blitzo, causing him to stumble back.
After they had moved away a bit, Fizz stopped and turned around. "Hey, Blitzo, you're coming to the party, right?"
Blitzo looked up, holding the arm that had just been shoved without Fizz knowing, "Oh. Oh, yeah yeah, I'll be there. Bet your life on it." He smiled and shot a finger gun at Fizz.
Fizz smiled and turned back around to continue walking with the others, leaving Blitzo behind.
As they moved further away, Blitzo reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. Sealed with a heart shaped sticker with the words, 'Fizz's eyes only' written on it. He breathed deeply, settling his nerves.
"I'll be there."
~0~
The party was amazing. Not every day an imp turns eighteen. There was talk of how Fizz would have a larger role in the circus. Even larger than he had now. More than just being the Top Act. During the festivities, Buckzo handed him a card laid open so he could see what was written inside, but his attention was drawn from the card filled with well wishes, to the pulling of a curtain off to the side.
Beyond the curtain, he saw Blitzo peering in. Fizz waved, happy to see his friend there to celebrate with him. He thought of the hijinks they would inevitably get into later. No doubt they would get around to stealing some of Buckzo's booze from his special stash. The old imp kept it hidden away where he thought no one was going to find it, but the two boys were clever. And Fizz always admired Blitzo for having the nerve to act and get the job done.
He expected his friend to come in and join them, but there was that look in his eyes again. This time, the look lingered and it finally clicked in his mind what that look was. Jealousy. Or, at least he thought. Fizz had always believed Blitzo when he said he didn't care about fame. He would always laugh it off or tell a joke. But, now he was doubting all that.
The curtain fell as Blitzo moved away. And, for a split second, Fizz was about to follow him so he could talk to him. He wanted to know what Blitzo was thinking. Blitzo was his best friend. They grew up together and had been by each other's side through everything. He needed to know what he had done to make Blitzo look at him like that.
But, before he could move to take a step, his eyes caught the flickering green light on the floor.
There, at the base of the curtain, flames spread. Fizz and the other's at the party stood in shock for a second as they realized what had just happened. Unlike the mortal red flames that did nothing but tickle the flesh of impish kind, these were green. True hellfire that ate away everything it touched.
The next few moments passed by in a blur.
Everyone around him panicked and ran to escape the flames. Someone rushed past him, knocking him to the ground and sending the card Buckzo had given him flying. He glanced at it, reading it in a mere moment without comprehending what the front of the card said. Fizz was too preoccupied dodging the frantic feet of those around him as he too looked for a way out.
Already the flames had engulfed curtains of the tent, surrounding him in blistering heat. He had to get out.
He lifted the curtain behind him, thinking that he just had to keep moving away from the source of the fire and he would make it out. When he lifted the curtain, his heart froze in fear despite the flames around him.
The fireworks they had planned to light were piled right in front of him. Fizz had no time to process before everything around him was engulfed in light.
And the light quickly fell to darkness.
~0~
Pain met Fizzarolli as his consciousness roused. Nearly every inch of him was searing. The ringing in his ears was dizzying as he tried to open his eyes and look around.
What surrounded him was complete pandemonium and chaos. Green flames were everywhere and he tried to focus his blurry gaze. As he did, he instantly recognized the silhouette that hunched over and looked around frantically.
Blitzo.
A small sense of relief played in his mind. Blitzo would help him. He would save him. Fizz knew he would. Even though he could see the burn marring Blitzo's face, he had faith that Blitzo would save him.
He tried to get onto his hands and knees, too injured to walk. But, he quickly realized through the blinding pain that his legs weren't listening to him. He felt broken, and the fear he had been feeling intensified. Just how badly was he injured?
The fear ate away at him and tears filled his eyes as he tried feebly to claw his way toward Blitzo. Toward salvation. He reached out and tried to shout at his friend to make sure that he noticed he was there. He didn't want to be left behind. He didn't want to die here. But, his voice never left his throat. It was dry and raw from the hot air.
Regardless of his lack of voice, Blitzo saw him. They made eye contact.
He could see Blitzo turn wildly around and then stopped.
Fizz continued to try and crawl forward. What was Blitzo doing? Couldn't he see that he was dying?
Then something happened that Fizz never thought possible.
Blitzo left him.
The relief faded instantly. Fear and dread replacing it. Tears fell from his eyes just as easily as the flesh melted from his bones. Even though the last few minutes were agony, watching as Blitzo left him behind was more painful than he could have imagined.
Fizz tried to scream for him. To plead with Blitzo's retreating form not to leave him there. But his body wasn't listening and his voice cracked with the effort but there was nothing to show for it.
This was it. It was over. Not even five minutes ago he had been happy. Everything had been perfect. But now he lay shattered and dying among the broken and tattered remains of the place he held so dear.
As the darkness began to creep its way back into his vision, he thought of the events that lead up to what happened. Blitzo had peered through the curtain and the flames came to life as soon as he left. In his last moments of consciousness, Fizz realized what the card Buckzo gave him said, 'Wish you were my son.'
Fizz's mutilated hands balled into fists in the dirt. The rage and anger coiling inside of him even as unconsciousness tried to reclaim him. He never would have thought Blitzo was a good actor, but evidently he was. All those times Blitzo told him he didn't care about fame or attention. It was all bullshit.
Blitzo played him like a fool, and now he was paying the price with his life.
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Posted - 9/10/2023
