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(Note: This story is an alternate version of Season 2 episode 6, please watch the episode first to avoid spoilers).
~Three of Hearts~
"Come on, strike a pose!"
Monroe sat on his knees, posing sexily in front of a red backdrop while holding a bottle of wine in his hands.
He was having a pretty busy morning, he had gotten a call from Verosika while having breakfast; she said that a well known overlord, a female vampire moth demon named Calypatra, was looking to hire him as a spokesmodel for her wine business.
Calypatra was the living embodiment of love and bloodlust, and as such, she was famous for manufacturing a type of wine that was made from traditional wine ingredients, fresh blood and physical concentrations of love that she harvested using dark magic.
Not only did the wine have a delicious taste, but if it was left out at room temperature, it would further ferment and become a powerful aphrodisiac. So as you can imagine, it was a big seller, especially in the Lust Ring.
Calypatra was looking for a company spokesmodel and she had heard about Monroe since he was making a name for himself being a famous singing and dancing drag queen in Lust, so she wanted to ask him to be the spokesmodel for her wine business.
So now, Monroe was posing and modeling with the wine bottles in front of various backdrops. At first, he wasn't feeling up to the task but after doing it, he found it enjoyable to be a male model; not to mention he was getting paid and being allowed to take a bottle of wine home for free, so he wasn't against turning this into a side job.
"Okay, I think that's all I need for now. These new pictures are even better than last month's photo shoot! Thanks again, Monroe", said Calypatra.
Monroe smiled as he stood up and put back on the white button down shirt he had been wearing prior to going to the photo shoot. Calypatra then handed him an envelope and a red gift bag with cute white moths printed on it.
He looked inside the bag to see a bottle of her new bloody cranberry wine, but then he also saw a black rectangular shaped box. Confused, Monroe reached into the bag and pulled out the box. He opened it to see a red lacy choker with a black leather band and a heart shaped ruby hanging from the center.
"What's this thing, Caly?", he asked.
"Oh, that? Well, I was told your birthday was coming up soon so I decided to give you a gift early. I'll be too busy all this week to give it to you any other time, so I figured it would make more sense to give it to you now", explained Calypatra.
Monroe smiled as he took the choker out of the box and placed it around his neck, it fit pretty snuggly around his neck but left enough breathing room. "Thank you! It's so beautiful, I love it!", he said. He then exchanged a hug and two cheek kisses with Calypatra before leaving her mansion.
Monroe was thinking about going home, but then he got an idea. "I'm free for the rest of the day and I just got the newest flavor of Calypatra's Blood Wine, would be a shame to waste it. Why don't I head over to Salvatore's place and share it with him?", he said.
With that said, Monroe made his way to the nearest Ring Elevator to head over to the Greed Ring, since that's where Salvatore lived. They may have been dating, but they didn't live in the same rings of Hell, they weren't married yet after all.
After getting off the elevator, Monroe started walking down the green tinged streets on his way to Salvatore's apartment complex. He was looking around every five seconds because he didn't trust this place, nothing good ever happened in the Greed Ring and letting your guard down could cost you your life.
After growing up with an abusive father, Monroe learned to stay on his toes and always keep a lookout for any potential threats.
As he turned around a corner, he caught sight of a group of demons gathered together in a circle. He assumed it was a fight and was going to ignore it, until he caught a glimpse of who was in the center of the crowd.
Monroe gasped as he saw Fizzerolli fighting with Blitzo in the center of the crowd, he immediately rushed over and pushed his way through the crowd of demons to get to the middle.
"Fizzerolli, what the heck are you doing here?!", he shouted.
The jester looked away from Blitzo as his eyes widened in shock, "What the f*ck?! Monroe?!", he shouted back.
Before either of them, or even Blitzo, could get a word in edgewise, a long lasso suddenly wrapped around all three of them and pulled them up into a nearby building. They were then slammed into a wall, momentarily disorienting them.
As Monroe was trying to recompose himself, he heard some voices.
"Hired! Hahahahaha!"
"Funny to run into ya' again, Blitzy--what the f*ck?!"
Monroe tensed up as he heard a very familiar voice, he opened his eyes and looked up to see Striker standing over him, Fizzerolli and Blitzo. He was accompanied by an imp he didn't know and several other imps and shark demons.
Crimson immediately noticed the look of fearful confusion on Striker's face as he stared at Monroe. He looked down at the unfamiliar male imp, "You know this guy or something? Cause I don't know who the Hell this is", he said.
Striker was about to say something when a memory suddenly shot through his mind.
If you get yourself into some serious trouble while making shady deals with royals, leave me and my loved ones out of it!
That's right, the last time Striker saw Monroe, he promised to not get him or his loved ones involved with his anti-royals campaign. And now, he had literally dragged him into his little deal with Crimson; of course, Striker wanted to get some payback on Blitzo, and capturing Fizzerolli was a sweet bonus, but Monroe was an innocent bystander in all this.
He had nothing to do with any of this, and despite having broken up with him, Striker still held some feelings of affection for Monroe, so he didn't want him to get hurt.
"No, I don't know him. I think he just got in the way when I roped these two f*ckers. Don't know what he was doing with them to begin with...", lied Striker.
"Well he's a friend of mine and he just came up to me randomly for some reason--"
Fizzerolli was interrupted by Monroe elbowing him in the ribs, but it was too late. Crimson heard this and became intrigued, "No, let the clown speak...I wanna know how you two know each other. You don't look like anyone special...", he said with a sly grin.
Fizzerolli came him an incredulous look, "What, seriously? You don't know who "Madame Monroe" is? He's the most famous performer in Lust, he's a well known drag queen famous for his sexy dancing and excellent singing. Plus, there's no way you can't know him, he's personally endorsed by Asmodeus himself", he said.
Monroe facepalmed, "Satan damn it, Fizz!", he said through gritted teeth.
Crimson smirked darkly as he started walking away, "Hmm...interesting", he muttered under his breath.
Blitzo looked at Monroe strangely, "Wait for real? You're the famous Madame Monroe?", he asked.
Monroe glared at him, "Yes. Nice to me you too...Blitzo!", he spat venomously.
Blitzo looked offended, "The "O" is silent, asshole! And why do you seem so mad at me? I don't think I even know you", he said.
Before Monroe could respond, he and Fizzerolli were picked up and restrained by Striker and one of Crimson's goons. They brought them over to Crimson's desk, where another goon was holding a camera.
"Okay, start filming...now!"
The shark demon pushed the record button and gave Crimson a thumbs up, letting him know he was ready.
"Hello, Asmodeus. You don't know me, but you don't need to. All you need to know is I have your little jester and money sink here with me. If you want them back alive, you will give me exactly what I want.
"You probably just asked if I know who I'm dealing with. And, oh yes, I know. The weakest and most non-threatening of the Sins. The king who will do whatever it takes to save the worst kept secret in all of Hell.
"We both know you won't risk anything happening to the clown or your most valuable sexy cash cow. So be a good little b*tch boy, and do the thing. My lawyers will be over shortly with the contract of demands. You have until the witching hour to sign it. Hueheheheheheheh! Now, cut. I SAID CUT IT, YA F*CKIN' MORON!"
The shark demon fumbled a bit as he stopped the recording, Crimson was unamused but he brushed it off. "Good. Now get these three in the cage so they don't escape", he said.
Another goon grabbed Blitzo and tied him up, throwing him into a cage. The two goons holding Fizzerolli and Monroe tossed them into the cage as well, the cage was then suspended in the air by a crane, with Striker sitting on top of it.
Fizzarolli stammered in fear, while Blitzo scooted back and Monroe sat in a corner of the cage.
"Oh, chill out, jester. Christ on a stick, it's like you've never been tied up before!", said Blitzo.
"Sure, but not by a bunch of psychos! And a piece of shit!", said Fizzerolli.
Blitzo looked perturbed, "Am I- okay, Am I the psycho or the piece of shit?", he asked.
"Both!", shouted Fizzerolli.
"Yeah, that checks", Blitzo said with a shrug.
He then looked over at Monroe, who sat in the corner quietly with a neutral expression, "What about you? What was up with you and Striker? He seemed really scared to see you", he said.
Monroe sighed, "He's my ex boyfriend, I dumped him because his hatred towards the rich and royalty scared me since I'm rich myself. I hate that he's still doing this, but at least he somewhat kept his promise to not involve me in his problems.
"At least he pretended not to know me in front of Crimson, but he's still technically broke his promise by accidentally capturing me and Fizz. Though to be fair, Fizz and I are more like casual acquaintances since I'm more Asmodeus' friend than his", he explained.
Fizzerolli rolled his eyes, "I'd be offended by that if it wasn't basically true...plus, you always accompany me to the casino every once and a while and always give me tips on how to win every time, so I can't stay mad", he said.
Monroe giggled before letting out another sigh, "Well now we've both got ourselves into a rather unlucky situation. Ain't this the pits?", he said.
"I know, right? How is this happening?! I was just supposed to grab some gas station milk and rehearse some juggling…!", said Fizzerolli as he started to panic.
"Oh relax, I'm sure your big royal chicken ain't gonna let anything happen to his peppy lil' f*ckdoll. And since this kid is one of his most famous performers, he's definitely coming for him too", said Blitzo.
Monroe gave Blitzo a sideways glare, "Boy, aren't you a bundle of joy? I'm beginning to see why Verosika and Barbie detest you so much...", he murmured.
Blitzo did a double take, "What the...? How the f*ck do you know Verosika and my sister?!", he asked.
"Your old flame kindly hooked me up with my current job, she personally recommended my services to Asmodeus. As for Barbie Wire, she's my best friend. We met when I went to visit my mom in rehab, I know all about you from her", said Monroe.
Before Blitzo could say anything more, Fizzerolli got up in his personal space to continue their conversation.
"Ohh, playin' that card, huh? Okay, what about you? Seems your tastes have gotten more…regal, lately. Heheh…", he said.
"Well yeah, unlike you, I f*ck who I want, when I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole", Blitzo retorted.
"You could've fooled me the way Princey was cozying up to you at Ozzie's"
"Hey! Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, it's nothing… y'know…"
Blitzo looked away with a sigh, "It's nothing else", he said.
"Then why were you even there?", asked Fizzerolli.
"Other very important reasons, of course!"
"Whatever, I don't actually care"
Blitzo glared inwardly, "I mean Stolas is just a loud thirsty b*tch who loves feelin' the thrill of getting dicked by the lower class. It's a novelty to him", he said.
"…Literally just said I don't care", said Fizzerolli.
"And then, he'll call me to see how "my day was!" and he'll pretend to care about me, and comment on my photos, and LAUGH AT MY JOKES-"
"Oh, well that's "definitely" your clue right there that it's all bullsh*t"
"I KNOW, RIGHT?"
Fizzarolli rolled his eyes, due to Blitzo not getting his clear fact of sarcasm. Monroe sighed as he listened in on their conversation, feeling like a third wheel on a date; he looked to the side and noticed a familiar tail hanging from atop the cage.
"He's just a fake, priveleged asshole!", said Blitzo.
"Sound like you just hate him for being a prince. Because no one, and I mean no one pretends to care that much just for a cheap lay", said Fizzerolli.
"Point is, royal demons don't give a sh*t about guys like us. They're all the f*ckin' same", said Blitzo.
Fizzarolli suddenly perked up, as did Monroe.
"You're wrong! Thanks to Asmodeus, I make money doing what I love, and I get to send some of that money home to pay for my mother's rehab treatment!", shouted Monroe.
"Yeah! That's not-…always true…", said Fizzerolli with a light blush, "But I guess you're right. They can't all be the same if some have taste, and some wanna f*ck you"
"Can we talk about something other than my sex life?! Satan's taint, is f*cking that Lust guy make this what you're all about now?", shouted Blitzo.
"You brought it up, asshole!", Fizzerolli retorted.
That's when Striker banged on the top of the cage, causing them to go silent.
"CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE F*CK UP ALREADY?! You bicker like a couple of teen SKANKS!", he then leapt onto a stack of boxes that leaned towards the cage, "As far as I'm concerned, you two are both embarrassments to our kind for meddling with blue bloods to begin with! But at least loud mouth here has the sense to only f*ck his rich b*tch, instead of being a little purse dog!"
"Oh great, the f*cking supremacist is on my side. Wonderful!", Blitzo said sarcastically.
Fizzerolli inched his way closer to the edge of the cage where Striker stood, "Neither of you filth bags have any idea what you're even talking about. If you two think you're superior to anyone, then you're no different from any royal--"
Striker cut Fizzerolli off as he grabbed him by the throat through the cage bars, "Don't you dare finish that sentence, clown...", he growled.
"Striker, stop! Let him go, please!", Monroe pleaded.
His desperation made Striker hesitate for a moment before the sound of Crimson's voice caught his attention, "Hey, Hick for Hire! I said watch 'em, not f*ck 'em! Keep your hands off the merchandise!", he called out.
Striker sighed as he threw Fizzerolli back, then he casted a single look of regret over to Monroe before hopping off the boxes to follow Crimson.
"Ever heard of mouthwash?! F*CK FACE!", shouted Fizzerolli. He then began struggling to escape his bindings, but it was proving to be futile.
"You know, you're really bad at this", said Blitzo.
"Last I checked, I was a f*cking jester, not an escape artist!", said Fizzerolli as he tried to force his hands out of his bindings but only succeeded in getting shocked and slamming his face into the cage ceiling.
"Look, can you two stop arguing for a minute so we can all figure out how to get out of this mess? For Satan's sake, I shouldn't even be here right now!", said Monroe.
"It's your fault for jumping into the middle of our fight on the streets, you probably should've stayed in your lane and not gotten involved", said Blitzo.
With an angry growl, Monroe proceeded to slap Blitzo across the face three times with his tail. "Don't you try to lecture me, asswipe! I saw my friend in a scuffle and wanted to see what was going on and if he was okay. That's probably something you could never understand because I bet you don't have any friends!", he said angrily.
Before Blitzo could say something in response, the cage was momentarily lowered to the ground as one of Crimson's goons opened it and pulled Monroe out. Then he shut the cage and placed it back up in the air, dragging Monroe away as he left.
"What the f*ck just happened?", asked Fizzerolli.
[Time Skip]
Monroe found himself tossed into a small room where Striker was waiting for him, he looked behind him to see Crimson standing outside the door with a few of his goons.
"Get on with the interrogation, I'll be back in a little while to see what valuable info you got out of this little dress up doll", said Crimson before he shut the door and left.
Monroe sighed as he maneuvered his restrained body upright and looked at Striker, "So...you're gonna interrogate me now? It won't work, and not for the reasons you think. I may be friends with Asmodeus, but there's a lot about him that even I don't know", he said.
Striker sighed as he took out a knife and bent down to cut Monroe loose, "No, I actually lied to Crimson just to have an excuse to talk to you. Are you okay? His cronies didn't hurt you or nothin', right?", he said.
Monroe massaged his aching wrists, "No, I'm alright. I'm also not mad at you too much for dragging me into this because I guess I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, though I'm still a little mad at you for technically breaking your promise", he said.
Striker's face held a solemn expression as he walked over and pulled Monroe into an embrace, holding him in his arms. "Still, I'm glad to see you're alright. I was worried you might've gotten hurt, or you'd be really scared about what's going on", he said.
"A lot of time has passed since our last conversation, Striker. I'm not as vulnerable as I used to be anymore, my opinions on you haven't changed but I've gotten braver since then", responded Monroe.
Striker held Monroe close to him for a short moment, but he pulled away and looked down into his eyes. He then started to lean down towards him, his eyes slowly closing. Monroe immediately realized what he was trying to do and so, in a sudden moment of fearful confusion, he slapped Striker across the face.
With a short yelp, Striker stumbled back while grabbing his right cheek. "Satan's ass crack, Monroe! Why the f*ck did you go and do that?!", he shouted.
"Why do you think, you asshole! I have a boyfriend and you just tried to make out with me! I'd say mine was a pretty normal reaction!", Monroe shouted back.
Realizing he was right, Striker turned away with a look of guilt on his face. Despite being justified in rejecting his advances, Monroe couldn't help but feel a little bad for hitting him.
"Striker, you...you still have feelings for me, don't you?", he asked.
"Yes, I do. Even after all this time, even after we broke up, I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much and I wish we could be together again", said Striker.
The room then fell uncomfortably silent for about ten minutes, he looked at Monroe, who had an unreadable expression on his face.
"Are you alright? You look like you just mentally shut down...", said Striker.
"I'm just trying hard to hold back my emotions. If I let myself feel too much, I might start crying", said Monroe.
Striker walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Then cry if you need to, it ain't good to hold back your feelings", he said.
Within an instant, Monroe threw himself into Striker's arms as he finally let the waterworks loose.
"What happened to us, Striker?! We used to be so good together, I loved you and I know you loved me! You still love me, so how did everything go so wrong?!", Monroe sobbed.
Striker wrapped his arms around him as he felt tears come to his own eyes, "It's all my fault, it's because of hatred towards royalty and the upper class. All I ever talked about was how much I hated them, and that scared you because you are technically a member of the upper class.
"With all my talk about wanting to kill 'em all, I can't imagine how terrified you must've been for your life. Monroe, like I said before, I would never hurt you ever! I'm sorry for everything, I absolutely swear this time that I won't interfere with you anymore!", he said.
Striker then pulled away from Monroe and suddenly punched himself in the face. Then he stepped on his own tail, tripping himself and causing himself to fall backwards into the small table behind him.
"Striker, what are you doing?", asked Monroe.
"I'm making it look good, now get the Hell out of here! Grab your clown body and get out, I'll have to catch up with Crimson and his gang to follow you, but at least it'll look like you fought your way out instead of me letting you escape", explained Striker.
Monroe looked between him and the door before wiping his face and bolting out the room. A few minutes later, Crimson came in with one of his goons and found Striker on the floor in a heap.
"What the f*ck happened?!", he shouted.
Striker groaned as he got up from the floor, "Turns out that skinny little sh*t was tougher than he looked", he said.
Meanwhile, Monroe ran through the warehouse looking for Fizzerolli and Blitzo. As he did, he ripped the buttons off his shirt and scruffed up his hair to make it look like he had just gotten out of a fight; he wanted to make sure that Crimson didn't suspect Striker of lying the next time he saw him.
Just then, Monroe spotted Fizzerolli and Blitzo talking to each other near a tall scaffolding and a pile of boxes.
"Fizz!", he shouted.
"Monroe!", Fizzerolli shouted back as he spotted the imp.
Monroe ran over to him and Blitzo, breathing heavily from all the running. "What the Hell happened to you? You look like you just woke up from getting blackout drunk", said Blitzo.
"Crimson wanted Striker to
interrogate me to get more information on Asmodeus, but I fought my way out of there and came looking for you guys so we can escape", explained Monroe.
Blitzo looked him up and down, "Somehow I doubt a little twink b*tch like you had the strength to overpower Striker", he said skeptically.
Monroe smirked, "Clearly you don't know that pole dancing is a form of exercise and it's not an easy one either. I've got some pretty powerful calves", he taunted.
Just then, the trio was surrounded by Crimson and a couple of his goons. Striker pushed his way through the group and approached them.
"If you wanna prove yourself, cowboy, here's your chance!", said Crimson.
Striker smirked as he moved closer to the trio, "You've been a pain in my ass long enough, Blitz! Now... I'm gonna break you like a f*cking horse!", he said as he took out his lasso.
"Oh, don't your dare talk sexy to me!", said Blitzo.
"You're still on the horse thing?", asked Fizzerolli.
I am not even going to bother asking, thought Monroe.
They backed up into the boxes as the goons grew closer and closer, "Fizz, remember how you used to distract my Dad so I could steal his booze?", asked Blitzo.
"I mean yeah, but why?", said Fizzerolli.
"Yeah, well I need to get up to that window to bust us out", said Blitzo as he pointed up to a window several feet away.
"Oh, if you're looking for a distraction, I can do you one better than me", said Fizzerolli. He then slowly looked at Monroe, who was confused for a second but then immediately caught on.
"Oh no...no, no, no! I'm not doing it, Fizz! Forget it!", said Monroe.
"Come on, kid. I know you don't like using your body to get what you want, which is probably why you hate strippers and porn stars so much, but this is the one and only time I'm asking you! I promise I'll pay you back for it, anything you want!", pleaded Fizzerolli.
Monroe looked at his big puppy dog eyes and sighed in exasperation, "Fine, but you totally owe me! And you said anything, so I'm gonna hold you to that!", he said sternly.
Despite sweating nervously, Fizzerolli nodded in agreement before he turned to the goons.
"Hey, everybody! Take a look at this!", he said pointing in Monroe's general direction. This distracted them long enough to allow Blitzo to sneak up to the window.
They looked towards Monroe, who had taken his disheveled shirt off and was striking an alluring pose against the scaffolding. Slow and sensual music began playing from an unknown source as Monroe began to slowly sway his hips and sing.
"Ah, alright
[Verse 1] Ain't this what you came for
Don't you wish you came, oh
Boy, what you're playing for
Ah, come on
Come on, let me kiss that
Ooh, I know you miss that
What's wrong, let me fix that
Twist that
[Chorus 1] Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had"
No one noticed this, but the gem attached to Monroe's choker suddenly started glowing a soft pink color; it started sending out small waves of pink energy as Monroe's eyes started glowing the same color.
"[Verse 2] I hit you with the best stroke
Freestyle and the breaststroke
Til you blow a cigarette smoke
And now the bed's broke"
Monroe walked seductively over to Crimson and his goons, slipping a hand up the Mafia boss's shirt while his tail gently caressed the goons' faces. Crimson felt uneasy, but not in a bad way, and as he looked into Monroe's hypnotic eyes, he started slipping into a trance.
"So what we gon' do now
F*ck it round two now
Work it out, then we cool down, cool down"
Monroe pulled away and continued slowly dancing in a sexual manner, Crimson and his goons collapsed onto the ground unable to stand. Their eyes were also glowing pink and they were breathing heavily, one goon even stuck his hand into his pants while watching Monroe dance.
"[Chorus 2] Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had"
Fizzerolli watched this all happen, ready to grab Monroe and go once Blitzo managed to get the window open.
Speaking of which...
"Hey, Blitzo! What's taking so long up there?! Hurry the f*ck up!", he called out.
"Imma need like sixty more seconds!", Blitzo called out as he tried to get through the window with a blow torch.
Fizzerolli turned around to keep watching Monroe, that was when he finally noticed the glowing gem around his neck and everyone's eyes glowing pink. "Wait a second...that can't be what I think it is, can it?", he whispered.
Monroe moved on to Striker, slowly dancing and even grinding along his body.
"[Verse 3] Yeah, listen
You ain't even gotta text me
Knowin' me and you got that mental telepathy
Meet me up at the spot, I'll be sending over the chauffeur
Rich f*cker bread, stay poppin' up like a toaster
Nobody come close to me and you together
Step under my umbrella, we'll make it through any weather
Except when I make it storm, sex in the greatest form
And hibernate under my body
Yep I keep it warmer than a... Chinchilla
He know I beat it up like the thriller in Manila
Flying my private jet to villas in Anguilla
Than throw you on a grill
'Cause seven days a week you're my five course meal, for real"
Monroe finished off his verse by planting a small kiss on the back of Striker's neck, the Wrath born demon suddenly let out a sound that was between a gasp and a groan as he fell over onto the floor.
Meanwhile, Blitzo gave up using the blow torch and found some dynamite instead. He gestured over to Fizzerolli to help him set it up by the window, the jester ran over to help him, leaving Monroe to continue hypnotizing their capturers with his sexy dancing and singing.
"[Chorus 3] Baby, tonight's the night I let you know
Baby, tonight's the night we lose control
Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that
Tonight I'll be the best you ever had
I don't wanna brag (I don't wanna brag), but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had
I don't wanna brag, but I'll be
The best you ever had"
As the song came to an end, Blitzo ignited the dynamite, causing a small explosion that blew out the window. The sound of the explosion snapped everyone out of their trances, even Monroe seemed to be shocked back to reality.
He dropped to his knees as he held his head, groaning in pain as his senses were all disoriented. Fizzerolli grabbed him by the back of his pants and dragged him out the window with Blitzo, just in time for the entire building to collapse.
Fizzerolli ran with Blitzo whilst carrying a now unconscious Monroe on his back, all the while laughing.
"You know, you're pretty good at this action hero bullsh*t!", he said to Blitzo.
"And your buddy there really knows how to put on a show, which is almost as impressive as the thing you said I was good at. Speaking of, is he gonna be okay?", said Blitzo.
Fizzerolli looked at Monroe, "He'll be fine once I get him back to Ozzie, he can fix him up good as new", he said.
The two then spotted a car, so Blitzo broke a window to get in and then hotwired it to make it start. He took Monroe off of Fizzerolli's back and placed him inside, "I guess you can ride shotgun with him", he said to Fizzerolli with a playful smirk.
Fizzerolli was about to get inside the car when a lasso came in out of nowhere and grabbed him, yanking him away. Blitzo saw this and hopped onto the top of the car, pulling out his gun.
"Get your F*CKING sh*t stained claws off him!", he shouted.
Turned out it was Striker who grabbed Fizzerolli and held him at gunpoint, looking all dirty and disheveled from when the building fell on him. He also seemed to have a strange dark stain on the crotch area of his pants.
"You think I'm just gonna let you get away after all this? I'm through losing these fights! This worthless pet REEKS of his over bloated master! I'll at least enjoy getting rid of him", said Striker as he pointed the gun to Fizzerolli's face.
Now, internally, Striker was conflicted because he knew if Monroe found out he killed Fizzerolli, whatever positive feelings they had between them would go up in flames and Monroe would hate him forever.
Striker didn't want that, but his inner hatred for royalty and the upper class, as well as his hatred of Blitzo, was clouding his better judgement and causing him to act very irrationally.
"Okay, is it bad that I'm getting hard?", Fizzerolli asked nervously.
"Shut the f*ck up! Why is it always a sex thing!?", Striker shouted angrily.
Taking advantage of the situation, Blitzo shot at an oil barrel just behind Striker, blowing it up. Fizzerolli went flying in a random direction, landing on the ground as a ring of green fire encircled him. Striker shriek as he rolled along the ground trying to put out the fire on his own body, he splashed himself in a puddle before making his escape.
Blitzo looked to where Fizzerolli had landed, the jester attempted to reach up to a crane above him, but his robotic arms were malfunctioning and short circuited. Fizzerolli looked around at the flames that surrounded him in fear.
"FIZZ!", shouted Blitzo as he realized he had to save him. He looked around before spotting a flipped over barrel, he balanced himself on it as he rolled it over in Fizzerolli's direction; then Blitzo leapt up and grabbed some ropes, swinging through the air.
Then, he hopped off a car hood onto the crane, dashing across it. Then, latching his tail around the crane, Blitzo stretched and grabbed Fizzerolli before the flames could reach him.
"You blew me up again, you f*cking prick!", shouted Fizzerolli as he shook Blitzo by the shoulders.
"I did...but this time I stuck around", said Blitzo.
Fizzerolli let him go and looked away, but then he smiled and pulled him into a hug. Blitzo smiled as well and hugged him back.
"Would...it...f*ck up the moment if we made out right now?", asked Blitzo which prompt Fizzerolli to push him away.
Fizzerolli then looked back down to where Monroe was still laying uncovered in the car, "I gotta get him back to Ozzie, but my arms are all f*cked up! I'm not gonna be able to carry him!", he said.
Blitzo placed a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll help you. I owe you that much for blowing you up again. Plus, that kid's your friend and he's a friend of my sister. He cares about the two of you a lot, and he did help us escape, so I owe him too", he said with a smile.
[Time Skip]
Meanwhile in Asmodeus' palace, he and Stolas were in his office discussing the terms of the ransom with Crimson's lawyer. Stolas had fallen asleep while looking over the contract and Asmodeus was finally at the end of his patience with the lawyer reading so slowly.
"That's it! I'm going to f*cking END YOUR LIFE!", shouted Asmodeus.
But before he could attack the lawyer, he heard a sound. He turned around and saw Fizzerolli enter the room while panting.
"Fizzy!", said Asmodeus as he rushed over to him.
"Ozzie!", said Fizzerolli as he started tearing up.
They rushed into each other's arms as they hugged while laughing joyfully, Stolas smiled at them before looking at the lawyer who was frantically trying to pack up the contract.
Stolas smirked as he picked up his hat and got up to leave, "Hm...get f*cked, little one", he said under his breath as he left.
After their lovely reunion, Asmodeus and Fizzerolli then cornered the lawyer and lunged towards him.
"OH MY SATAN!", he screamed.
[Time Skip]
Monroe groaned as he felt his consciousness return to him, his vision was blurry for a moment before it cleared up. The first thing he saw was Asmodeus, Fizzerolli, Calypatra and a doctor standing over him.
"Hey, kid, you okay?", asked Asmodeus.
"Ugh, I feel like I drank an entire barrel of Beezlejuice...what happened?", said Monroe as he grabbed his aching head.
"You didn't know this, but your eyes were glowing bright pink when you were distracting those douchebags. And I know it had something to do with this", said Fizzerolli as he held something in his hand.
Monroe looked to see that it was the choker that Calypatra had given him that morning, "What do you mean? What's wrong with my choker?", he asked.
"Monroe, this gem on the end of your choker is a Siren's Heart", said Asmodeus.
"A what?", asked Monroe.
"A Siren's Heart is a special gemstone that imbues a non-succubus/incubus with the powers of said demons, such as hypnotic seduction. However, it also comes with side effects such as headaches, short term memory loss and even severe brain damage", explained the doctor.
Monroe gasped in horror upon hearing the explanation.
"I'm so sorry! I saw that choker in a jewelry shop and thought it would be a perfect birthday present for you, so I bought it! I had no idea what it was, I'm so sorry!", said Calypatra as she teared up.
Monroe gave her a reassuring smile, "It's okay, Caly. I don't think any of us could've known, so it's not your fault", he said.
"In any case, you need to take some time to recover from the after effects. Luckily, this was only your first time using a Siren's Heart, so you'll feel better by the morning", said the doctor.
"Then that means he can't go home right now. You can spend the night here, Monroe. And if you're not feeling good tomorrow, then I'll send you home with an escort", said Asmodeus.
Monroe breathed a heavy sigh as he flopped back down onto what he now knew was a bed, "Sounds good to me. Thanks a bunch for this, Ozzie", he said. Asmodeus smiled at him as he walked out of the room with Calypatra and the doctor.
Monroe was left alone with Fizzerolli, "You sure you're feeling okay? Considering that your ex boyfriend was one of our captors, I figured things might be really awkward for you right now", said Fizzerolli.
Monroe sighed as he curled up on the bed, pulling the blanket around himself. "Yes, I'm alright. This was a particularly sh*tty day for the both of us, so I just wanna sleep it away like a bad hangover. I'll see you in the morning", he said.
Fizzerolli stood up from the bed and walked over to the door, preparing to leave.
"Hey, Fizz!"
Fizzerolli turned around to see Monroe looking at him from over his shoulder, "Blitzo is...he's actually not that bad of a guy, he seems pretty cool. Doesn't mean I consider him my friend, but I don't hate him", he said.
Fizzerolli smiled, "I'll be sure to let him know that if I ever bump into him again, Monroe. Glad to see you think so. Now go the f*ck to sleep!", he said as he left.
Monroe smiled as he curled back up beneath the blanket, as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn't help but think back to Striker. He wonder if he was alright and if he was still sulking about their failed relationship woes.
He looked up at the window, catching a glimpse of the night sky and stars through the red curtains.
"I wonder if you're looking at the stars too, Striker...", Monroe muttered as he finally fell asleep.
[The End]