Deep in the Ring of Lust. So deep...there is a palace on top of a tower. The Palace of Lust. The Eternal "Bachelor" Pad of the King of Lust Asmodeous himself.
Snore Snore Snore
a large nude rooster demon lay slumbering in bed. Seemingly alone. Until;
Coo coo coo coo coo coo
Ozzie's coo coo cock clock humped in time to the hour, a cock attatched to the rooster figurine.
Robotic limbs sprang into action.
"Rise and shine Ozzie!" The jester known as the One and Only Fizzarolli said as he shook a can with a silicon cone attatched.
AIRHORN*
"Again with the horn." Asmodeous said as he groaned and shoved a pillow over his head.
"Don't blame me, blame how fucking FUN they are!" Fizzarolli said eagerly as he blew it once more.
Fizzarolli grabbed a long listed schedule. A gag really, but his husband went along with it to humor him. "So today you have a meeting with the production team about the new shipment of Vivrators, then you have a safety meeting to conduct about what happened with the old shipment of vVvVibrators."
"But I did leave time for breakfast with the nephew."
"Let me guess, I'm handling that too."
"Unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again."
Ozzie laughed out loud before suddenly going "NO." He remembered the first time Harry had come to visit them when he was 5 and his Fizzy Frog had tried to cook the boy breakfast. He nearly destroyed the kitchen and his Harry bear was in tears in terror covered in smoke on his poor face with smoke billowing around them when he woke up. "Never again." He added.
"Come on, maybe I can burn the milk this time!"
"Sto-op."
"Know what I'm craving? BURGERS!"
"No it's too early for Burgers you maniac!" Ozzie teased his husband.
"Burger time Burger Time!"'
"Go wake the nephew." Ozzie said as they left the room together.
"Rise and shine nephew!"
AIRHORN*
The airhorn was seized in a black on green aura and enlarged until it blew up.
"Thank you!" Harry heard Ozzie call out from the kitchen as Harry inhaled the heavenly aroma of bacon. Ozzie's guest rooms where on the bottom floor near the kitchen. The upper floors where his personal floors only.
"Anytime!" Harry yawned as he stretched. "Do that again Uncle I will make you sorry." He threatened. "Dad did that to me all last year whenever Francy and I got too close for his liking."
Harry was in Lust visiting Fizzarolli and Asmodeous solo as he traditionally did before school started. Though this time it was to unwind and relax before his upcoming trial.
Harry dressed himself in his gothic style clothes bought from Styish Occult with the help of his older sisters eye for fashion, Fizzarolli listed off some activities for them today.
"So we have dinner together with your dad, Papa-in-Law/possible step daddy and Fiancé tonight, Ozzie has work at the factory so today is you and me kiddo. We're headed to Greed! Going back to the roots to rehearse a clown act."
"Your still going to that contest rehearsal without me?" Ozzie asked as he handed Harry eggs and bacon on a plate. Harry mmmed and began chowing down on his breakfast.
"Come on Ozzie the kiddo and I can be on our own one day." Fizzorolli said through a mouthful of bacon and eggs. "You've got a full day and I know your not Mammons biggest fan-"
"One of the cities in Greed is literally called Ransom." Harry interrupted his jester uncle.
"I'm getting you two an escort." Ozzie insisted.
"But I am Mammons nephew, so maybe that would make would be abductors be cautious?" Harry asked Ozzie. "Most mobsters in Greed won't touch Mammons family cause they know hell will rain down on them, Metaphorically."
"Fair point. Your taking The Jackal right?" The rooster asked.
"Never leave home without it!" Harry said eagerly. "Extra clips attatched to my socks." He added.
"Good boy." Ozzie said pinching Harry's cheek playfully.
"You know if you used Hamburger Buns instead of toast you could cook sausage patties, scramble eggs with cheese put bacon on top and call them breakfast burgers." Harry suggests to Ozzie.
"Have I told you how much your my favorite nephew?" Fizzarolli asked with an adoring face.
Throughout the entire morning, Harry kept avoiding looking at Fizzarolli. It was starting to piss him off. He noticed it since Blitzo had died. Harry was avoiding him. Everywhere, on social media, avoiding his phone calls, the vacay for two weeks was the first time he'd seen Harry face to face since Blitzos passing and Harry had been too distracted by helping his Dad to actively avoid him in their palace.
"Your an up and comer, why should I hire you?"
"Everyone's gotta learn from somewhere Sir." Came from a young Imp man just freshly Graduated from High School and recently quit a job he had working as an assassin for a royal uppity bitch he used to be smitten with. Satans taint how he regretted that relationship now. He had been tossed aside for another royal bitch boy named Francesco of all things as soon as Prince Harry Goetia hadn't laid eyes on him for a couple years. "I ain't afraid of going after anybody, women, kids, them cute little fly puppy things. You name 'em I'll take 'em out for ya sir. All I want is the opportunity ta learn and grow."
Don Crimson was anything but a stupid man. He ran a Crime Family after all. This young fish wanted in and he certainly had a reputation back in Wrath. The background check Alessio had done on him had proven that much.
"You work for an Ars Goetia boy though, why would you want to ruin that relationship?"
"That relationship was done long ago." Strings thought as he saw in his mind Harry hugging the green parrot Chad asshole on Saturnalia Eve last year. A few months before he was blushing while having his hand kissed by some ice dicked motherfucker.
"I've just been looking for an excuse and a way to slip away quietly into the night."
"We really need a big score right now." Crimson said as Strings got up and walked over to a window. He couldn't believe his eyes. His ex or soon to be ex boss and his famous clown uncle who was the fuck doll of Asmodeous the Sin of Lust! They where arguing about something in the middle of the street. Strings grabbed his lasso from his hip.
"If you can deliver something big-"
Strings threw his lasso and ensnared both jester and lanky owl teen unawares who blinked in surprise as they where hurled into an unfamiliar room.
"HIRED." Crimson gleefully cackled as his crew circled
"He's got magic hands, watch out for that."
"Do it." Crimson snapped his fingers to a tall, burly Leviathan demon with a fin that had several bites torn out of it took advantage of Harry's stunned state to slip a magic suppression collar around his delicate neck. The large shark man looked at the owl boys neck hungrily and licked his lips.
"Well if it aint my ex boss. Consider this my two weeks notice." Strings cackled darkly.
Harry knew that voice. He blinked in confusion. Why was Strings here?
"Fancy meeting you here." Strings said with a smirk worthy of Striker as he knelt in front of Harry. "And with your famous Uncle."
"I swear to Satan if you hurt him." Fizzarolli growled dangerously.
"You'll what? Suck my dick? Please bitch your nothing but Asmodeous' little lapdog whore." Strings spat on Fizzarolli.
"Wh-wh-wh-" Harry stuttered.
"Whwhwhwhwh." Strings mocked Harry's scared tone. "Why?" He asked
Harry nodded with tears in his eyes.
"I told you, to wait for me." Strings said dangerously as he trailed his blessed knife along Harry's throat. Delighting in Harry's whimper. "And you threw me aside as soon as you could for not one but two rich Goetia assholes."
He shoved Harry into two Leviathan demons who tied him up,
"This one's the slut of Asmodeous in Lust and Harry boy here is not only Asmodeous's favorite nephew, but the only son and Heir of Prince Stolas they'd give you anything you'd want to for their safe return." Strings said to Crimson.
"Excellent work, welcome to the Family." Crimson said putting a hand on Strings shoulder as Harry watched with a betrayed look in his eyes.
Harry was carried into a solitary room and placed in a chair.
"STRINGS YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! I'M GONNA CASTRATE YOU, SKIN YOU ALIVE AND MOUNT YOUR FUCKING HEAD IN MY DADS STUDY!"
"Now you are a boy after my own black heart." Harry heard a familiar voice and turned to see a strange imp with familiar horns and hairstyle wearing a fedora and pinstripe suit. He walked with a tall shark man. "I hope the accommodations are to your liking." He said with a smirk as he sat in an armchair as his assistant poured him wine and lit a cigarette.
"I swear to Lucifer when I get out of this your dead." Harry huffed in fury. "Your all DEAD!" His feathers frizzed out.
Crimson snapped and the shark man punched Harry in the beak and in the eye. Harry spat blood as blood poured from his nostrils.
"why do you look so much like my Uncle Moxxie?!" Harry demanded of the mobster.
That gave Crimson great pause as he and Al looked to each other.
"How do you know the name Moxxie?" The mobster demanded.
"He's my SatanFather."
"Satanfather to a Prince! Impressive position!" Crimson said to the tall shark next to him who nodded in admittance. "Welp, I guess that makes me your SatanGrandimp!"
"What?!"
"Say hi to Grandad! Crimsons the name, kiddo! Crimson Knolastname, Head of the Knolastname Mafia." Crimson laughed harshly.
Harry tried to summon magic to his hands. He looked up to see Uncle Fizzarolli watching him carefully from above.
"That would be the magic suppression collar." Alessio said calmly. "Precautions of course, you understand."
Harry looked around and his eyes widened. "Hooooo shit." He said noticing all the mobster memorabilia around the warehouse. Everything he knew about his Uncle Moxxie suddenly called into question.
Thinking about everything they ever did together growing up. Was it all an act? Was the imp just trying to get into his dads graces so he could take him to his mobster father for something?
"To answer the question probably runnin through ya head right now, probably not. See after a heist gone wrong landed him in the joint Moxxie left the Family and never came home. Now I know where he's been for nearly 20 years. He got any rugrats of his own? Am I an actual grandad yet? Or is he still a flaming faggot?"
Harry glared. "Uncle Moxxie has been happily married to aunt Millie for 18 years." Harry said. "As far as I know they aren't interested in having kids. They may adopt though."
Crimson waved the idea off. "A' course he'd take the wimps way out."
"How about my you kid? Got herself a beard yet?" Crimson shoved a cigarette in Harry's mouth and lit it. Encouraging him to smoke it. Harry coughed like an amateur.
"I'm engaged." Harry said. "Marriage contract."
"Shame. Id've set ya up with one of my guys daughters."
Okay I'm clearly being interrogated. Harry said in his head. What did dad always say?
"Never divulge exactly what the enemy wants to know." Blitzo said as he walked around a tied up 9 year old Harry. "Always be vague enough to keep them satisfied with your answers. Make up shit if you have to and you better sound convincing when ya do cause they will know and they will kill you if they find out." Blitz said as he slammed his hands on the rests of sharers chair.
Harry looked ahead to see Crimson sitting next to him.
"So, what does My Moxxie do now?"
"Assassination, he works for me." Harry said. Trying to be vague as possible. Crimson didn't need to know anything other than Moxxie was his employee and SatanFather.
"Nice ta know he stuck to his skill set." Crimson said as Harry blew red smoke from the side of his beak.
The tall shark next to him nodded in agreement.
"He make good money?" Was Crimsons next question. Harry guessed he was looking for direct numbers.
"I pay him and aunt Millie a good wage. Better than most imps will ever earn in their lifetimes." Harry said.
"It's a shame Moxxie never brought ya around when you where growing up little Princeling, we nights been able ta teach ya a thing or two about being your own man and being tough."
Harry flinched at the harsh crack of a billiard ball. The cobra who cracked the shot chuckled.
"Get me outta this rope and I'll show you whose a little bitch." Harry hissed dangerously. "Seriously, you think my Dad didn't teach me anything about this business?" Harry slid back the heel of his boot. Stupidly they put him in a place where no one watched the back of him. He felt a weak magical pull in his power. He quietly summoned the knife
"You've got quite a mouth on you for a spoiled rotten princeling." Crimson said as he got up from his chair and took Harry's chin in his thumb and forefinger. "I'd like ta see it on my wall." He said next. Crimson snapped his fingers again and Al punched Harry again.
"Hello Asmodeous. You don't know me and you don't need to." The imp said. "All you do need to know is I have two things that you desperately want back alive, your favorite nephew and your loving husband."
Crimson put Harry and Fizzarolli in front of Fizzarollis phone.
"You probably just asked me if I know who I'm dealing with and the answer is yes, the weakest and most non threatening of the Sins. You have until the Witching Hour to sign the list of demands, My lawyer will be over soon. Now cut, I said cut ya fucking idiot!"
Strings gave Harry a smack to the face before shoving him into the cage with Fizzarolli.
Harry and Fizzarolli just stared at each other.
For a while Harry and Fizzarolli just sat there being miserable.
"So now you can't avoid the question, why have you been trying your Satan damndest to avoid looking at me since we left The Palace?" Fizzarolli asked as he laid against the bars of their cage as it rose into the air.
Again to his great frustration, Harry avoided him and decided to close his eyes and lay against the bars in misery. The imp swore he saw a tear fall from his battered cheek.
Fizzarolli couldn't exactly blame the kid. One of his best friends in Hell, the first being he ever had a puppy crush on, just betrayed him in the most cruelest way outside of outright raping him in front of his new boss. Not unheard of in the Greed Ring which was why Fizzarolli was grateful when Harry was brought back to the cage with just a black eye and a busted lip and beak.
How am I gonna get us out of this, What would Blitzo do? Fizzarolli thought? He scooted up to the bars to see what was going on around them. Leviathans and serpents Drinking beer, some card tower game, shooting pool, FORKLIFT!!! Okay I gotta snap the kid outta his funk first.
"Lucky for us Ozzie and Blitzo designed some advanced prosthetics for me just in case of a situation like this."
Whirrr, click, shink! A sharp exacto knife like appendage reshaped one of his fingers.
Rip rip rip rip. Rip rip rip rip.
"Come on, snap outta it!" Fizzarolli shook Harry who still refused to look him in the eye. "Satan Dammit boy why are you like this?! Answer me!" He shook Harry violently. Harry just curled in on himself against the bars.
"Hey Jester Fembitch! Keep it the fuck down!" Crimson smacked the cage with a cane.
Fizzarolli sat back and racked his brain. Everything seemed fine that morning and yesterday when he arrived. Then it sudden hit him, Ozzie had been around to be a buffer between them.
"Is this about Blitzo?" He asked.
Harry put his eyes to his knees, then the tears came. "It's just, you remind me so much of him and it's hard to be around you sometimes." The Owl boy fluffed out sadly.
"Well buck up kiddo cause we gotta get the fuck outta here." The jester looked around. "Hey." Fizz nudged Harry gently to not startle him. "Wanna watch something neato that's gonna bust us out?" Fizz asked as he watched down to see no one looking up. He then moves over to the bars of the cage and starts rocking. Back and forth, back and forth. "See their mistake, is stacking the boxes this high up!"
Harry braced himself as he felt the rocking watching curiously. He saw the boxes on the other side of the cage. "I think I get it." He said.
The chain reaction was a sight to behold. The box made the leviathan holding his beer glass toss it into the air where an imp was making a card tower that made it crash. In fury he brought out his automatic weapon and shot out angrily at everyone in rage killing several of his fellow monsters. Including the forklift driver whose corpse drove the forklift into pool guy and he scratched the white ball big time.
"No Fucking way." Harry said in absolute awe as they watched the white ball roll up top the equipment ledge holding the cage over to the table where the button they needed to press was.
BEEP
"How the Fu-"
CRASH
Fizzarolli helped the owl teen to his feet. They where suddenly surrounded by Crimsons goons. Harry slid his boot back and unsheathed a hidden knife. He grabbed it as he held up his fists while Fizzarolli watched from a safe distance.
Harry suddenly slit the throat of the shark and he was bathed in black blood.
"Holy shit." Fizzarolli said as he watched the slaughter unfold, literally watching his favorite nephew tear a sharks heart out with his beak.
Harry leapt onto a burly sharks back and drug his knife down his back having his organs spill out as his corpse collapsed before leaping to another and jabbing it several times into her eye.
Harry grabbed a cobra demons jaws as he moved to bite him and pulled hard. Pulling his entire jaw apart and sending him to the floor in agony.
One of the Leviathans ran at him with a cane to hit him and Harry, using his clowning/acrobatic skills learned from his Dad and Uncle, split his legs right down the middle and rose behind the monster as he struck and hit out at another Leviathan and the two started fighting among themselves. Ending with the larger killing the smaller one. Harry slashed his throat too.
"The Fuck did those Wrath imps teach you?" Fizzorolli asked Harry as he ran while more of Crimsons forces gathered.
"Don't take shit from other demons." Harry said as he shook some of the blood off like a hellhound.
The two hugged.
"Remind me to send those two a very nice gift basket. Moxxies a music guy so a gift card for whatever device he stores his music on would be good, does Millie like any nice lotions?"
"I'll text you a list." Harry said with a smile.
"Get them!" Crimson ordered to new Leviathans who ran ahead.
Harry grabbed The Jackal which they stupidly left out on a table. Idiots Harry thought.
Fizz tried to help, with a banana peel and an AIRHORN.
"Dammit this usually works!" Fizzarolli said as he was wrestled aside before a Harry swung on the demons head and broke his neck.
"What the Hell Uncle Fizz? How is someone as flexible as you are this useless in combat?!"Harry demanded as he dragged the jester along. "I thought you'd be more like Mr Fantastic, Elastigirl or Hell, Luffy from One Piece!"
"Okay look, I don't know what you think my life outside being your Uncle is like." Fizzarolli told Harry. "But I'm a FUCKING PERFORMER! I sing! I dance! I tell jokes! I promote products I don't actually use!"
"Aw, Gay!" Harry scolded his uncle before shooting a tall shark man in the face and moving along.
"I don't do danger!" The imp told his nephew as they ascended a ladder onto a warehouse style shelf.
"So, now that we have a fucking moment to regroup, why the hell have you been avoiding me lately? Even shooting me a meme occasionally on Social Media or by Text woulda been fine."
"Because you remind me so much of Dad!" Harry turned with his eyes watering.
"Harry I-"
Fizzarolli picked up the owl and aimed him toward several sharks "Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck off!"
Bang bang bang bang!!!
Harry took a spare clip outta his sock and cocked his gun.
"Uncle Fizzy you remind me so much of my Dad and then you remind me how his death is all my fault." Harry said.
"What the Hell are you talking about that guy that's so afraid of death killed Blitzo."
"Dad followed me into the graveyard. It's my fault he was killed."
"Harry I don't know what you've been telling yourself to get into this mindset, but I know for a fact that Blitzo died how he would have wanted to go out, in live combat protecting those he loves or pounding your bird Dilf face first into their mattress." Fizzarolli said putting a hand on his nephews shoulder. "You where simply, there. It's like this, when the titanic sank in the movie do you blame the ice berg that was just sitting there in the ocean?"
"No you blame the captain for ignoring the ice warnings and going full speed."
"Exactly, you where not the captain of this story."
"But I made the decision to enter the tournament! It's all my fault for getting to the graveyard in the first place and-" Harry protested before another shark burst up and tried to strangle Harry out. "FUCKING SHIT!"
Bang went the Jackal in the sharks jaw.
"TRYING TO HAVE SOME EMOTIONAL HEALING BETWEEN UNCLE AND NEPHEW UP HERE!" Fizzarolli shouted down as Crimsons goons checked their dead comrade. Look, kiddo I'm not saying you weren't dealt an incredibly shitty hand a few months ago, but you gotta stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong in your life. I wouldn't have been a part of your life at all if Blitzo and I hadn't made up with him when you where a baby."
Fizzarolli had been in Pride for a promotional video shoot. He was coming out of a gas station when he saw the last imp he ever wanted to see again, rolling a stroller? The fuck? A baby imp boy with a weird white scar like a lightning bolt on his forehead was suckling his tail.
"Since when where you parent material?" The clown asked in a gruff voice like he smoked a pack a day for ten years. But in reality was due to a charred voice box from the fire.
"Since when where you fucking that horny rooster cocksucker?" Blitz shot back.
Both glared before Blitz saw his favorite coffee shop. "Coffee?" He suggested.
"You buying?" The jester asked.
Blitzo pulled out a black, heavy credit card with gold writing, "Bitch, I got a fucking Goetias credit card of course I'm buying. Come on, let's go. Harry here can get him some Apple juice."
The jester raised his eyebrow in disturbance at the baby talk. But smiled as the baby cooed up at Blitzo.
"It took a while to let go of the bitterness we had towards each other and many years of counseling, but we where best friends again until the day he died." Fizzarolli said to Harry who was smiling as the robotic jester brought his nephew down to ground level like a personal escalator.
They where suddenly surrounded By Crimson and his remaining goons. Strings stepped forward through the crowd with an angry snarl on his face.
"Ya wanna prove yourself country cowboy? Here's your chance." Crimson said to Strings as he advanced on Harry.
"You overprivelvaged little rich blue blooded whore, I'm gonna break you in like a fucking horse." Strings hissed angrily. Cracking his lasso in hand.
Harry had enough of this asshole who had pretended to be his friend.
"Uncle Fizzy, Play my ass whooping song." Harry said.
"Coming right up." Fizz said with a cackle. "Bwaaaa bwaaaada Bwaaa bwaa *Trumpet*" Fizz said as he continued to scat a jazzy tune.
Bang bang! Harry shot at Strings as the imp rushed toward him. The imp dodging and the blessed rounds taking out more of Crimsons crew. Harry gave Strings a few gut punches while the imp aims a kick at him in the thigh, trying to cripple him to make Harry easier to control. Rolling out of the way Harry shot at a barrel of chemicals hoping to blindside Strings. The owl teen then shot an uppercut that connected and knocked a couple teeth loose before giving Strings a headbutt.
The teens traded heavy blows for a while. Giving Harry a second black eye and bruise on his cheek. Harry got some licks in as well giving Strings a blow or two to his cheeks knocking several teeth out.
Bang bang! Two more leviathans down. These guys where mobsters? Harry thought. He cried out as Strings dug into his shoulder with his fangs. Harry hit Strings outside his head with the Jackal until he let go. Laying on his back taking a breath Strings suddenly pulled on his legs.
"Where ya going blue blood Princess we're gonna have a party." Strings cackled as he brought out his rope.
Realizing what Strings meant Harry raised a delicate leg and kicked him hard as he could in the nose. Several times. Once with both feet as Strings tried to grab both his legs.
"Fucking son of a whore!" Strings said holding his nose on instinct. Harry unlike his father wore heavy goth boots perfect for breaking traitors noses.
Click.
Strings looked forward to see Harry beaten, bloodied but standing. Holding the Jackal to his face.
BANG.
Harry kicked Strings corpse repeatedly then spat on him. He then"Fuck you you Goddamned asshole I can't believe I ever trusted you with my life." Harry looked with a glare to Don Crimson. Who backed away. Ordering his goons to back off as well.
"Let them go." Crimson ordered, knowing when he was beat.
"Collar, now." Harry ordered.
"Al." Crimson said with a snap.
Alessio brought out a key and unlocked the suppression collar on Harry's neck. Harry destroyed it instantly with Hellfire. He then sent Strings corpse into a pocket dimension.
Fizzarolli held Harry up as they walked out of the warehouse. Harry said "Wait a second." He then raised a green on black engulfed hand and the entire building behind them started wobbling then collapsed in on itself. "Fuck you guys. Fuck this Ring. Can we go home now?" Harry asked.
"So this contract draft provides for some factory ownership, specifically in the Greed Ring, allocated funds going to your client for the foreseeable future in exchange for the return of one Fizzarolli and MY SON, Prince Harry Goetia.." Stolas said with an angered glare at the infernal lawyer who was making things ever so difficult.
"Yeah sounds good just let me read over this." The lizard said as he took a sip of coffee from his Liz Laugh Law Mug.
"HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Ozzie shouted in rage.
"Yelling won't make me read faster." The lawyer said slyly.
The doors opened suddenly.
BANG!
The lawyer collapses backwards.
"Fuck, that did feel good." Fizzarolli said, holding The Jackal. "Ozzie!" He said as he was embraced by his loving husband. Shoving the gun into Stolas' hands.
"Dad!" Harry said as Stolas embraced his only son. Harry cried out in pain.
"We need to get you to Hospital." Stolas insisted seeing how beat up Harry was.
"Might be a good idea." Harry said before collapsing backwards into Asmodeous's arms, exhausted physically, emotionally and mentally,
Beep beep beep beep
Harry woke in less pain. He was in Hospital. He looked down to see Francesco sleeping on his hand. Harry smiled. Fuck you Strings. He thought. I'm going to live my life, without you. Harry brought Francesco's head toward his chest before wincing slightly.
Don Crimson warily eyed the package in front of him and his employees. From the Prince he had abducted who was his SatanGrandson. A brutal fighter in his own right, he had genuinely defied Crimsons expectations when he pummeled the punk from Wrath into submission before blowing his brains out with his enormous pistol. Crimson picked up the letter and read;
Don Crimson, Grandfather, Uncle Moxxie has told me quite a lot about you and how you deal with failure in your organization. I hope this letter finds you in a more receptive manner than a week ago. I present to you a peace offering.
"What did I tell ya Al?" Crimson asked his Consigliere after opening the package. "A boy after my own black heart!" He cackled as he removed a placard with familiar imp horns and placed it on his wall where an empty nail stood.
Strings. Was etched in gold.
To be continued...
so yeah, the new episode FINALLY gave me inspiration on how to move the story forward and what to do with Strings as he has become to me at least, a forgotten character and I needed a good villain for Oops. Harry's park up session with Fizzarolli of course isn't an instant cure all for his guilt but he now understands that he's not the only one to blame for what happened. I've also been working on the next chapter as well.
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