"Blitzo!" screamed Fizzarolli, and jumped over him.
"Ugh..." coughed Blitzo, a trickle of blood coming out of his mouth.
"Don't die, please. Don't leave me," pleaded Stolas.
"Sorry... It was the only thing...I could do," he whispered.
"You motherfucker," said Fizzarolli, his eyes watering looking at Striker.
The rogue imp grinned, and threw a dagger towards Fizzarolli. The jester, however, caught the blade, throwing it away.
"Hahahaha! That's funny," laughed Alastor.
"Shut the fuck up," barked Striker.
"Hey, don't disrespect the boss," warned Beelzebub, and she attacked Fizzarolli too.
The prince of Lust stood between them, and threw fireballs at the enemies.
"Get lost, you bitch," Asmodeus growled.
"Oh, I think not," replied Beelzebub, and then she and Striker attacked Asmodeus together.
"Damn it," he cursed, and tried to defend himself.
Meanwhile, Stolas was trying to heal Blitzo.
"Stay with me, sweetie," he pleaded.
"I'm...trying..."
"Oh, fuck," said Moxxie, noticing how bad his injuries were.
"What's wrong?" asked Millie.
"His injuries are fatal," said Moxxie, worried.
"We have to stop the bleeding," suggested Millie.
"How can we do that? We're in the middle of a battle," he protested.
"We have to try," insisted Millie.
Meanwhile, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus were having a hard time fending off the attackers.
"Get out of my way, Fizzarolli," snarled Striker, swinging a bat.
"Hell no," replied the jester.
"Hahahaha! This is so entertaining," laughed Alastor, throwing another ball of energy.
"Argh!" cried Fizzarolli.
"Oops, sorry, did that hurt?" teased Alastor.
"Go to hell," cursed Asmodeus.
"Oh, I think not. I'm already there," said Alastor, his voice distorted.
The two groups were still fighting, but the good guys were slowly getting overwhelmed.
"Shit, this is bad," said Moxxie.
"We have to keep fighting," said a Millie holding a knife.
Then, Stolas stood up.
"Mille, Moxxie, take care of my Blitzy for me, will you?"
"Of course, Prince Stolas," answered Millie.
"What are you doing, Stolas?" asked Fizzarolli.
"Saving your life," said the Goetia prince.
"I'm coming with you," added Asmodeus.
"No, Oz, I can't let you get hurt," protested Fizzarolli.
"There is no time. We have to do this," said Stolas.
And the two of them went towards the enemies, ready to fight.
At the same time, Beelzebub, Alastor, Stolas and Asmodeus revealed their true demon forms. The Goetia prince was an enormous, imposing figure, with huge wings and long talons. Beelzebub had a humanoid-like appearance, with a muscular body and horns on her head. Asmodeus had an insect-like appearance, with sharp teeth and claws. Finally, Alastor had a monstrous form, with a wide smile and sharp teeth.
The two groups began their fight, using their powers. The fight between the four powerful demons was intense, and the damage caused by their attacks was immense. The walls of Mammon's palace were destroyed, the ground was cracked and the air was filled with smoke and dust. Everyone had already left the palace at that point, and it was a do or die moment for the two sides.
Both Striker and Fizzarolli were left struck with awe watching the powerful demons unleash their full powers.
"I can finally get rid of you Stolas, and grab your place as prince" said Alastor, smiling.
"As if you would stand a chance, Radio Demon" he replied.
"Give it up, Stolas. You're no match for me," said Alastor.
"I wouldn't count on it," retorted the Goetia prince, and he sent a ball of energy towards him.
Striker and Fizzarolli watched as the battle continued, then Striker lunged at him.
"You think you're so special, jester, but I'm going to prove you wrong," he said, and launched an attack towards him.
Fizzarolli was barely able to dodge the attack, and he fell down on the ground.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," snarled Striker, and he lunged at him again.
Meanwhile, Millie and Moxxie had carried Blitzo to safety. They were now watching the fight from afar.
"Blitzo, please wake up," pleaded Moxxie.
"Come on, you can do it," encouraged Millie.
"This is insane," said Moxxie.
"Yeah," agreed Millie.
Stolas was having a hard time dealing with the two enemies, and he was starting to tire.
"Don't worry, I'm here," said Asmodeus, attacking Beelzebub.
"You have no chance against me," taunted the princess.
"We'll see about that," countered Asmodeus, and he launched an attack towards her.
The two sides were locked in a fierce battle, but it was clear that the good guys were on the losing side.
"Fuck, we can't win like this," said Stolas, injuried and worried.
"We have to strike them together" said Asmodeus, not looking much better himself.
"You mean at the same time?" asked Stolas.
"Yeah, we can try to eliminate one of them" said the prince of Lust.
"Alright, let's do this," said the Goetia prince, and the two prepared to attack.
Alastor and Beelzebub were now gathered, preparing to strike the final blow.
"This is our last chance," said Stolas, determined.
"Let's do it," said Asmodeus, and the two launched their attack.
"It's time to give up, Fizzarolli," taunted Striker.
"No!" shouted the jester, and he threw a dagger towards him.
Striker was able to dodge the attack, but the blade cut his cheek, leaving a deep wound.
"Shit," cursed the rogue imp, touching his cheek.
Then, after a loud noise, Striker froze. He looked towards the direction the noise was coming from, and saw a teenage imp holding a gun. He realised he had been shot.
"What the fuck are you doing, kid? You should respect my authority" said the Striker, angry.
"I'm saving Fizzarolli, asshole" answered the little imp.
"Fuck" said the rogue imp, and collapsed on the ground.
"Thank you, kid" said Fizzarolli, relieved.
Another loud bang was heard, and a big cloud of smoke came from the direction the four demons were fighting into. Fizzarolli ran towards the four, hoping for the best. When the smoke cleared, he saw a horrific sight.
Alastor and Beelzebub's bodies were scattered in different places, their bodies covered in blood and dust.
"What happened here?!" exclaimed Fizzarolli, shocked.
"It's a long story," said Stolas, sitting on the ground, his feathers dirty.
"Are you okay?" asked the jester, concerned.
"I'm fine. But we need to find Blitzo and the others," answered the Goetia prince.
"Where's Asmodeus?" asked Fizzarolli.
"I'm here, Fizzy" said Asmodeus.
"My love!" said Fizzarolli, and ran towards him with teary eyes. "You had me so worried."
"I'm ok baby, don't worry about me" said Asmodeus, patting his back.
"Where's Blitzo?" asked Fizzarolli to Stolas.
"The other imps have taken him to a safe place, I saw them earlier" answered Asmodeus.
"Is he okay?" asked Stolas.
"He will be, but he needs medical attention," said the prince.
"Thank God," said Fizzarolli, sighing. "Are they really all dead?"
"Seems like it. What happened to striker?" explained Stolas.
"He's there... He was shot by a kid." said Fizzarolli. Then he turned to see where the kid stood, but he couldn't see him anymore.
"Oh wow." said Stolas, nodding.
"Well, I guess it's over then," said Asmodeus.
"Yeah, I think so," said Fizzarolli, looking at the remains of the palace.
"It's a shame though, I was starting to like the place" said Asmodeus, sighing.
"Yeah, me too" agreed Fizzarolli.
"Come on, let's go. We need to find Blitzo," said Stolas, standing up.
"Yes, let's go," said Fizzarolli, taking Asmodeus' hand.
The three of them left the destroyed palace and saw Moxxie, Millie and a laid down Blitzo further ahead.
"So, what happened? How did you guys beat the other princes?" asked Fizzarolli curiously.
"We managed to work together in the end," answered Stolas.
"And I guess I can say the same for my side. We defeated those thugs with the help of those we want to save." said Fizzarolli.
The three joined Millie and Moxxie, checking on Blitzo.
"Are you sure he's going to be okay?" asked Asmodeus.
"I think so, he just needs some rest," said Millie.
"Let's go back home then, I have some doctors waiting for us" said Stolas.
Then, Fizzarolli noticed that the imps and hellhounds were looking at them from afar.
"I'm going to talk to them." said Fizzarolli.
The lower class was standing outside, scared and confused.
"Listen up everyone. It's all over. We're going to make sure your life will be better from now on, there won't be anyone exploiting you anymore." announced Fizzarolli.
"W-What does that mean?" asked an imp.
"It means you are no longer servants, and you are not Striker's property. You are your own person, and you can do whatever you want." said Fizzarolli.
The imps, hellhounds and hellcats started cheering and celebrating.
"Thank you, sir. You are the best!" shouted an imp.
"Yes, thank you, thank you so much!" exclaimed another.
"No, thank you. We couldn't have done it without you." said Fizzarolli, bowing.
"Now, let's go home," said Asmodeus.
Everyone cheered again and started following the princes, their new saviours.
"So, you were able to defeat Striker's gang," said Fizzarolli proudly, looking at the crowd.
"Yeah, it was pretty close. I thought we were goners, but the kid saved us," said Moxxie. "I wonder where he is, or what his name is."
"Me too, maybe we can meet him someday." said Millie.
"Yeah, that would be nice," agreed Fizzarolli.
"Come on, let's go home," said Asmodeus. "I've had enough of this shit."
And the group left, making their way back to the palace, exhausted but happy.
"So, what do you think about all this, baby?" asked Asmodeus, walking beside Fizzarolli.
"I'm a little surprised, but also kind of excited. We did it. We actually did it," said Fizzarolli, looking up at the sky.
"Yeah, it feels great," agreed Asmodeus, putting his arm around him.
"Indeed." smiled Stolas. "Now if you don't mind, I'm taking Blitzy to get cured."
"Of course." nodded Fizzarolli.
Stolas, Moxxie and Millie went away, leaving Fizzarolli and Asmodeus alone.
"So, how did you like it?" asked the prince of lust, curious.
"It was incredible. I've never felt so alive," said Fizzarolli, still overwhelmed.
"Yeah, it was amazing. We did something great today," agreed Asmodeus.
"But I must admit, I'm still a little bit scared. I don't know what to expect from now on," confessed Fizzarolli.
"Well, we will have to deal with those thugs from time to time. But, we're stronger than them, we can handle it," assured Asmodeus.
"Thanks, Oz. I'm so glad to have you," smiled the jester, hugging him.
"You're welcome, Fizzy. I'm so proud of you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Then, the prince and the jester went back to their home, ready for a long rest.