A few weeks had passed since the incident at Mammon's palace. The situation between the princes and the lower class imps and hellhounds was improving. It was a difficult transition, but they were working on it.
"Hey, baby," greeted Asmodeus, as Fizzarolli entered their bedroom.
"Hello, love. How are you?" asked the jester, joining the prince.
"I'm doing fine. And you Fizzy?"
"I'm okay. A little tired, but that's to be expected. We've been working hard."
"Do you want to take a break? Maybe have a shower together?" suggested Asmodeus.
"You're such a perv," teased Fizzarolli, playfully smacking the prince.
"Maybe, but I know you like it," replied Asmodeus, winking.
"Fine, you got me," laughed the jester.
The two went to the bathroom and took a nice warm shower, then dried off and got into bed.
"That was nice. I needed that," sighed Fizzarolli.
"I'm glad, babe," said Asmodeus, kissing the top of his head.
The two laid together for a bit.
Meanwhile, at another palace, Stolas was tending to his injured lover, Blitzo.
"Are you feeling better, Blitzy?" said the royal Owl.
"Much better. Thanks, Stolas." said Blitzo, eating a bit of cheese with ketchup.
"It's no problem. I'm just glad you're okay," replied Stolas.
"What about the other princes? How are they dealing with all of this?"
"They're doing okay. We've been working on some projects together. It's been pretty interesting," answered the Goetia prince.
"Good to hear," said Blitzo, finishing his snack.
"Well, I'm glad you're recovering well," said Stolas.
"I am too. I'm a fast healer," joked Blitzo.
That same day, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus visited Stolas' palace, and found out everyone else was there too.
"How are you doing, Moxxie?" asked Fizzarolli.
"Fine. My arm hurts a little bit, but I'm okay," answered the imp.
"Good. Are you ready to start a new life?" asked Asmodeus.
"Yes. It's weird to think that Striker isnt' here anymore to terrorise us, but I'm ready." nodded Moxxie.
"Same with me. We're not servants anymore, and I don't have to fear Striker's men." added Millie.
"Good," said Asmodeus.
"So, what are your plans for the future?" asked Stolas.
"Well, I've been thinking about what I want to do, and I'm still not sure. But I'm open to any ideas," said Fizzarolli.
"I know what I want. I want to write books," said Moxxie.
"That's nice. I would love to read your work," smiled Fizzarolli.
"So, what about you, Millie? What do you want to do?" asked Asmodeus.
"Hm, well. Maybe open a pub. I've always enjoyed dancing," replied the imp girl.
"A pub?" said Fizzarolli, a little suspicious.
"It was a dream of mine when I was younger. I would have imp waiters, a pool table, and I would teach my kids to dance," explained the girl.
"You would be perfect to be in charge of a pub!" smiled Fizzarolli.
Just at that moment, Millie's phone rang. She excused herself and answered.
They entered in Blitzo's room. The imp was still covered in bandages where the gunshot wound was located, but he was still recovering fast.
"How are you doing, Blitzy? Need anything?" said Stolas.
"Just fine." he answered.
"That's good to hear," replied Fizzarolli, ruffling the Imp's hair.
"Hey!" protested Blitzo.
"What? You look so cute," teased Fizzarolli.
"Any plans right now, Blitzo?" asked Asmodeus.
He remembered his parents killed him when he was young. A couple years after that he and Loona rebelled against Striker and her gang. Now he wondered what he could do...
"Well, I've been thinking about what I could do. Moxxie and Millie were talking about opening a pub. And, you know me, I want to be an actor..." the Imp declared.
"Oh?" smirked Stolas. "An actor, you?"
"What? Do I have to tell you that I just love dressing as a chick for movies and the fact people pay good money for it?" he retorted.
Fizzarolli and Asmodeus' eyes lit up at the idea.
"Do you think you can do more than that, if we gave you a script?" said Asmodeus. "My restaurant could use you for our shows."
"Well I've been reading plays in my free time for a while now. I'm not that good, but I've got the basics." shrugged Blitzo.
The four laughed together, imagining Blitzo dancing wearing girl clothing.
The days went by. The group kept meeting to have fun together. In the meantime, they could notice that the suburbs were slowly changing: when Fizzarolli and Asmodeus visited Blitzo's house, they noticed how much more clean the streets looked, thanks to the efforts of the princes' funding, who decided to join Fizzarolli's cause after Alastor, Beelzebub and Striker were defeated.
For Fizzarolli it was exciting to be a part of something that mattered. While his parents and friends said he would not succeed and had no chance, he was finding his purpose and his true self. He did not realise that maybe all those people were wrong; perhaps he had many talents and always could come out on top, and he was not alone. Asmodeus would always support him no matter what, and so would Fizzarolli.
With Blitzo, who needed to feel loved and included after being abandoned and left on his own, this kind of change was equally exciting. His relationship with Stolas -for which he actually started feeling affection for instead of the hate he felt initially- was becoming stronger by the hour, and that warmed his dead heart. Also, now he could dress up and go act in the theaters, as if he always was one at heart (though that was another story to tell another time). Stolas could finally enjoy their relationship, after having played a crucial role in helping the whole lower class' situation. He did it for the imps and hellhounds, but mostly did it for his Blitzy.
Millie and Moxxie were getting ready to open their own pub, which was a great accomplishment. The two wanted to have their own family enlarge as soon as possible. They probably were not the most suited to raise a kid, but they knew that together they could make it happen. Look at Crimson Jr!
Though not all the princes could be trusted for a sudden change, at least it was the beginning of something good, that could continue for many years.
The End?
Bonus chapter: The interview.
The news of what happened to Alastor, Striker and Beelzebub was spreading around everywhere. The imps and hellhounds of the city were rejoicing of having been freed from their wicked clutches and were throwing parties in their houses.
It was around 10pm at night, at the television studios, where every satellite TV company broadcasted their news.
Two crew members opened the doors and inside the set were two guests and the TV host, sat on a blue couch and chairs respectively.
The hosts cleared his throat and the cameras around the set started recording.
"Good evening, everyone. I'm Chris and I'm here with our two special guests: Fizzarolli and the prince of Lust, Asmodeus!"
"They were part of the group that defeated Alastor, Beelzebub and Striker that had made us the lower class suffer for long enough. With their leadership and guidance our dear city is now turning into something new."
"Thank you Chris, but credit must be given to the lower class, without whom we would have probably never managed to defeat them." said Fizzarolli blushing a bit.
"Indeed, Fizzarolli is right. We really should not forget that it was because of them that the princes listened to us and changed for the better." nodded Asmodeus.
"Thank you very much for your praise. Fizzarolli, the way it went must have been really satisfying for you." said Chris, looking at the jester.
"Yeah, it sure was. No, that's not how I would say it. It was absolutely amazing for me. It was my turn to change things, with the help of my friends, of course. I could see the pride in their faces... So yeah, what I can say is this made me so proud of them." smiled the jester, trying to sound humble.
"It's very heartwarming to hear that, thank you so much for making it to us." said Chris, laughing.
"Also, I'd like to take the chance to ask what you are planning next."
"Hm, next?" wondered Fizzarolli.
At that Asmodeus stood up and everyone turned to face him.
"Fizzarolli. If you're willing to, it would make me so happy if you agreed to become my husband." said the prince of lust, extending his hand.
"Oz- I mean, Asmodeus? Wait, husband?" said Fizzarolli dumbfounded, until he noticed what he meant.
Fizzarolli smiled back, his cheeks a tint of blush.
"Of course I would like to marry you, Oz, you're the love of my life." replied the jester, crying happily, walking closer to him.
"Well, we have a wedding to plan." giggled Asmodeus, while rubbing Fizzarolli's back.
"Congratulations you two." smiled Chris, impressed by how fast the turn out for the interview went.
After the interview, Fizzarolli was lying down on his bed, thinking about what just happened. He and Asmodeus were about to get married! They were going to celebrate it alongside their new and old friends.
"So much has changed, huh..." said Fizzarolli to himself.
He closed his eyes, thinking about how blessed he was to have such a great lover. The love he had received from his friends after all that happened, especially from his future husband was the greatest gift he could wish for.
THE END.
Author's note:
Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you enjoyed this story and can give me feedback in the comments. I really appreciated all the kudos and hits i got for this fanfiction, it was my first attempt at it after all and it helped me a lot in finding the motivation to keep going. Hopefully I will see you again when I get to writing a new /
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