In the anticipation of Mammon's concert, Fizzarolli perched on Blitzo's lap, eyeliner brush in hand, trying to create the perfect look for the occasion. However, Blitzo was a bundle of nerves, fidgeting uncontrollably.

Fizzarolli couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's restlessness. "Blitzo, please, you've got to keep still."

Blitzo, a mix of excitement and nervous energy, protested, "Fizz, I can't help it! This concert is a big deal!"

With a playful glint in his eye, Fizzarolli leaned closer and lowered his voice suggestively. "You know, if you can't be still, I might just have to distract you in another way."

Blitzo's eyes widened, and he stilled immediately, sensing Fizz's intentions. "You wouldn't dare."

Fizzarolli grinned, their faces inching closer together. "Oh, I absolutely would."

Blitzo sighed in surrender, knowing the threat was not an empty one. He sat as still as he possibly could while Fizzarolli completed his makeup. Fizz leaned back with a sense of accomplishment when he was finished, and Blitzo was more than ready for the concert.

With makeup sorted, the trio, which included their chaperone Barbie, headed for the station with a massive elevator leading to the Greed Ring. The rings in Hell were stacked one on top of the other, and the elevator was their ticket to the concert venue.

Barbie, who was not thrilled about her appointed chaperone role, made her complaints known. "I still can't believe I have to babysit you two, and I prefer pop music anyway."

Blitzo, with his newfound passion for Mammon, couldn't let the comment slide. "Pop? Seriously, Barbie? Mammon's fucking awesome!"

The banter between the siblings continued as they headed to the elevator, eager to embark on their journey to the eagerly anticipated concert.

They finally arrived in the Greed Ring, a bustling place filled with gaudy tourist attractions, all seemingly designed to siphon every last soul from your pocket. In Hell, currency was measured in souls, and these soul dollars bore the face of the one and only Mammon.

Barbie was not one to let her guard down, and she emphasized the need for caution. "Stay close, you two. This is the most dangerous ring in Hell. Turf wars, mafia groups, not to mention the pollution in the air and water. It's a real shithole."

Thankfully, Barbie had come prepared. She pulled out a bottle of water and held it up. "I've got bottled water just in case."

Blitzo, curiosity getting the better of him, asked, "Barbie, how do you know so much about the Greed Ring?"

Barbie shrugged, her expression matter-of-fact. "I used to date a guy who lived here before he and his parents moved to the Pride Ring. He told me all about it. Plus, I did some research."

Blitzo, fascinated by the extent of her knowledge, couldn't help but wonder about the practicalities. "And why are you our chaperone today?"

Barbie grinned, mischief in her eyes. "Well, Mom said she'd pay me if I did a good job keeping you two safe."

Their conversation was interrupted by Fizzarolli, who spotted the stadium in the distance where Mammon's concert was to be held. Excitement bubbled up once again, but now there was a logistical issue to contend with.

Fizz suggested, "How about we take the bus there? It'll be quicker."

Barbie, ever the pragmatist, shot down the idea. "No way, Fizz. Buses charge a fortune to get on and off here. We're walking."

Blitzo and Fizz let out simultaneous groans, their excitement briefly dampened by the prospect of a long walk. Barbie wasn't about to let them off easily, reminding them of their own enthusiasm. "Hey, don't start bitching, you're the ones who wanted to see Mammon in the first place."

With a final, resigned nod, Blitzo and Fizzarolli followed Barbie, preparing for a trek through the Greed Ring, with the promise of a once-in-a-lifetime concert experience waiting at the end of their journey.

As the trio trudged through the seemingly endless chaos of the Greed Ring's crowded streets, Blitzo and Fizzarolli couldn't help themselves from constantly asking, "Are we there yet?" Barbie, demonstrating a remarkable display of patience, forged ahead as their guide, navigating through the maze of tourists and ticket-hawkers.

Finally, they reached the stadium, and the relief that washed over Blitzo and Fizzarolli was palpable. In their elation, they spontaneously broke into a celebratory dance, feeling the anticipation of seeing Mammon's concert in their bones. Their exuberance was infectious, and for a brief moment, they believed their journey was over.

But alas, their joy was short-lived. Barbie's sharp eye caught sight of the seemingly never-ending line that snaked out of the stadium doors, leading to a collective groan from the two friends. The line seemed to stretch into infinity, making them feel smaller with each passing minute.

As Blitzo and Fizzarolli grumbled about the pain in their legs and feet, their complaints grew increasingly melodramatic. Each step felt like torture, and they let the world know about it, voicing their exaggerated agony.

It was in this chorus of complaints that Barbie, the voice of reason, couldn't help but let out a groan of her own. Her sense of determination took over as she firmly grabbed the collars of the whining imps, embarking on the arduous task of dragging them to the back of the never-ending line. Despite their constant gripes about their aching legs and the less-than-ideal situation, Barbie held her resolve.

The journey to see Mammon's concert was proving to be more challenging than they had ever anticipated, but the three of them were united in this adventure. As they continued to grumble and complain, Barbie was determined to make the best of this situation and ensure they had a memorable time at the concert, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

After navigating through the snaking line, they finally entered the stadium. Barbie's relief was palpable, as her patience had been thoroughly tested by her twin brother and his enthusiastic friend. With a sigh of relief, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Thank fucking Satan you two finally stopped whining. You were getting on the nerves of half the demons in that line."

Barbie's frustration was understandable. The journey through the Greed Ring had been a tiresome one, filled with endless corridors of street hawkers and a constant chorus of "Are we there yet?" from her companions.

Blitzo and Fizzarolli, however, were more focused on the immediate thrill of their surroundings. They handed their tickets to the demon at the front booth, their excitement building. Ignoring Barbie's remark, they dashed into the stadium, dashing down the long hallway that led to the concert area.

As they made their way there, Fizzarolli couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He practically vibrated with enthusiasm, his words tumbling out like a cascade of falling stars.

"Blitzo," he began, his voice filled with a boundless energy, "I can't believe we're finally going to see Mammon in concert! I mean, this is the prince of greed, the legendary Mammon we're talking about! The guy who's not just a demon of avarice but a rockstar in Hell!"

Fizzarolli's eyes sparkled with genuine excitement, and his hands gesticulated wildly as he spoke. He continued, "The music, the lights, the crowd, it's all going to be so electrifying! I've listened to his songs a thousand times, but to witness him perform live... it's a dream come true!"

Blitzo couldn't help but watch his friend's animated display with a sense of wonder. As Fizzarolli's voice filled the corridor, Blitzo admired the way Fizz's eyes lit up with pure joy and enthusiasm. He was captivated by the way Fizzarolli's words flowed effortlessly, painting vivid images of the concert that lay ahead.

In that moment, watching Fizzarolli's unbridled excitement, Blitzo's heart swelled with affection. He thought to himself how incredibly cute Fizzarolli looked when he was brimming with anticipation, how his friend's enthusiasm was infectious, and how he couldn't imagine experiencing this night with anyone else.

Blitzo's daydreaming was abruptly interrupted when Fizzarolli turned to him, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Aren't you excited for the concert, Blitzo?"

Startled for a moment and stammering over his words, Blitzo replied, "Uh, yeah, Fizz, I'm excited, too." But he chose not to reveal the depth of his excitement, keeping his true feelings a secret, locked behind the veil of his affection for his friend.

As they drew closer to the concert area, the music in the distance grew louder, and the crowd's energy became palpable. Blitzo couldn't deny the genuine thrill he felt himself, but it was the sight of Fizzarolli's excitement that truly made this moment magical for him.

Inside the stadium, a wave of noise and excitement washed over the trio. The crowd was raucous, with fans chanting, screaming, and holding up signs declaring their undying love for Mammon. Blitzo and Fizzarolli had found their element among the fans, fitting right in with the fervor of the concert.

Meanwhile, Barbie couldn't have felt more out of place in her life. The atmosphere was overwhelming, the energy of the crowd almost palpable. She tried to maintain her composure as her brother and his friend reveled in the electrifying environment.

As the lights dimmed, spotlights cast their gaze upon the entrance, and the crowd's roar reached a crescendo.

In a dramatic flourish, Mammon stepped onto the stage, commanding the spotlight, and the crowd went wild. Blitzo and Fizzarolli, caught up in the fervor, couldn't help but scream like the devoted fanboys they were, their voices ringing loud enough for Barbie to cover her ears.

Mammon embraced his role as the ultimate showman. With a dazzling grin, he introduced himself with charm that drew the audience in. "Ladies and gentlemen of Hell," he declared, "Mammon's in the house!"

The crowd roared with delight, echoing their love for their icon. Mammon knew how to engage his fans. With a playful grin, he shifted his tone, going into full-on pitch mode. "Before we dive into the music, let me tell you something about the merchandise we've got tonight."

He gestured to the merchandise stands, and the crowd's enthusiasm knew no bounds. "We've got Mammon-brand everything, and I mean everything, from stylish t-shirts to collectible figurines." He paused, letting the crowd's anticipation build. "Who wants to be a true Mammon fan? I can't hear you motherfuckers!"

The crowd took the cue, and in unison, they chanted Mammon's iconic motto, "Spend, spend, spend!" The chant echoed throughout the stadium as fans proudly declared their devotion and readiness to indulge.

Mammon soaked up the energy of the moment, his grin unwavering. "That's what I'm talking about, Hell! Now, let's rock this place to the fucking ground!" With that, he hoisted his electric guitar and delved into the first song of the night, his fans singing along in fervent unison. Mammon was the ultimate master of showmanship, and he had his adoring fans eating out of the palm of his hand.

Blitzo and Fizzarolli were right there with the crowd, singing along passionately. They knew every word, their voices harmonizing with the legion of Mammon's devoted followers. The music filled the stadium, uniting fans from all walks of Hell in a shared celebration of their idol.

Despite her initial discomfort, even Barbie couldn't help but get swept up in the contagious excitement, tapping her foot to the rhythm and finding herself humming along. In that moment, the stadium transformed into a world of its own, and Mammon's music became a bridge connecting the hearts of all who gathered there.

As Mammon continued to rock the stage, he decided to shake things up a bit, making the night even more special for his fans. With a sly smile, he leaned into the microphone. "You know, folks, I've got something new in mind tonight. How about I pick some lucky fans to join me as backup singers?"

The crowd went wild at the thought. It was an opportunity Blitzo and Fizzarolli couldn't pass up. As the chorus approached, Mammon encouraged everyone to sing their hearts out. Blitzo and Fizz had been practicing this song for weeks in anticipation, and their moment was finally here.

Eager to catch Mammon's eye, they sprang into action, executing their circus moves with theatrical flair, dancing and somersaulting over the crowd. The spotlight found them, and the pair sang with all their might, pouring their hearts into the chorus.

But as the final notes of the chorus approached, it was Fizz's soaring high note that stole the crowd's attention. He belted out the note with such perfection that it left Blitzo awestruck. With a wide grin, Blitzo turned to Fizz, shouting above the music, "You were amazing, Fizz! That high note was sick!"

Fizz blushed at the compliment and thanked Blitzo. However, something suddenly caught his attention, and his expression shifted from pride to concern. "Hold on, Blitzo. Do you hear that?"

Blitzo cocked his head, listening intently. "Hear what?"

Fizzarolli's face went pale. "Exactly. There's no cheering, no music, no noise. Look."

Together, they glanced around the stadium, and it was then that they noticed that every pair of eyes, including Mammon's, was fixed on them. The entire crowd, once a wild sea of fans, was now eerily silent, their attention directed squarely at the two imps who had dared to steal the spotlight from their beloved rockstar.

Mammon, the master of the stage, floated over the awestruck crowd, his eyes locked onto the two imps who had captured his attention. A spotlight illuminated Blitzo and Fizzarolli, leaving them exposed and vulnerable to the scrutiny of thousands.

Mammon, known for his charismatic stage presence and commanding tone, fixed his gaze on the duo. In a very serious voice, he asked the question that hung in the air, "Who are you two?"

Blitzo and Fizzarolli, their voices quivering with nervousness, introduced themselves and stammered out an explanation about their work at Buckzo's Circus in the Pride Ring.

Mammon, ever the showman, turned his gaze back to the crowd and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause for these two talented imps!"

Blitzo and Fizzarolli stood there in shock as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause. In an instant, they found themselves teleported to the stage alongside Mammon himself. The rockstar praised them for their remarkable talent, highlighting Fizz's astonishing vocal range.

The two fanboys, still overwhelmed by the unexpected turn of events, couldn't find their voices. Mammon, turning to the crowd, asked the question that now rang through the stadium, "Do you want to hear them again?"

The response was deafening as the crowd roared their approval. Mammon, with immense pride, handed microphones to Blitzo and Fizzarolli, providing the music to accompany their performance. The two imps shared a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them. And then they sang.

With their hearts pounding and their voices soaring, Blitzo and Fizzarolli delivered the best performances of their lives. The crowd's energy and their shared love for Mammon carried them through the song, the experience of a lifetime unfolding on that stage.

Among the thousands of spectators, Barbie watched with pride, her heart swelling with joy as she witnessed her brother and his friend captivate the audience and shine under the spotlight, just where they belonged.

After their showstopping performance on stage with Mammon, Blitzo and Fizzarolli found themselves escorted to a private meeting with the legendary rockstar himself backstage. Mammon continued to shower them with praise, his deep voice resonating with genuine admiration.

Blitzo and Fizz were overwhelmed with joy to receive such high praise from their hero. Blitzo, not one to hide his emotions, excitedly gushed, "You have no idea how much this means to us, Mammon!"

Mammon, leaning against the table with a knowing smile, asked them about the circus they worked at. He seemed genuinely interested in hearing more about them. Fizzarolli beamed with pride as he answered, "We're the star attractions of Buckzo's Circus in the Pride Ring. And you know, we even saved the circus from bankruptcy a while ago, working together."

Mammon raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed by their achievements. "Saved a circus, did you? Not bad, boys."

Blitzo and Fizz couldn't contain their excitement, feeling on top of the world as their idol praised their talents. Mammon, in his usual charismatic style, casually mentioned that he might consider visiting their circus when he had the time. The thought of Mammon showing up at their circus was beyond exciting for them.

But just as the conversation was getting even more interesting, Mammon was interrupted when one of his managers urgently called for his attention. They needed him to sign autographs for the throngs of fans waiting outside. With a sigh and an apologetic smile, Mammon turned to the boys. "Sorry, guys, but I gotta go handle this. It was a pleasure meeting you."

With that, he offered his goodbyes and was swiftly whisked away by the manager. A sense of awe and disbelief filled the hearts of Blitzo and Fizzarolli. The realization that they had met their idol, performed on stage with him, and had a chance to chat left them nearly speechless.

As security guided them towards the exit, Blitzo and Fizz exchanged glances, still trying to process the incredible evening they had just experienced. Mammon's graciousness and attention had meant the world to them, and it was a memory they would cherish forever.

Outside the stadium, the excitement of the concert still tingled in the air as Barbie awaited Blitzo and Fizzarolli. As the two exited, the trio quickly met up, and their joy was palpable. They cheered and laughed, their spirits soaring like kids who had just attended a boyband concert.

Barbie, caught up in the whirlwind of their infectious enthusiasm, finally admitted, "Okay, I'll admit it, the concert was actually fun, and you guys were amazing up there!"

Blitzo couldn't resist a playful smirk and gloated just a little, "See, I told you Mammon is awesome!"

The three of them, filled with contentment and the memories of an unforgettable night, began to make their way back home to the Pride Ring. The streets of Hell were a bit calmer now, as if they too had absorbed some of the energy from the concert. As they walked, they shared stories about their favorite moments, their hopes that Mammon might visit their circus, and their gratitude for the incredible adventure they had embarked on together.