Robo Fizz hammered away at the ride. "Yes! Our Ferris Wheel i-I-is back to barely leg-g-galy safe!" Took a few months, but the incoming cash flow would pay for it all. "Just g-g-g-got to pu-pu-put the fake sa-safety inspection letters all over the park an-and turning will be hunky-dory!"

"I'm more surprised the printer is as functional as it is with how many shortcuts we're taking." The recent hire noted.

"We-we-we had-had-had to spend money somewhere and print out counterfeit money ju-just in case."

"Aaah, that checks." The boy nodded. "Can I take the north side? I kind of have a blood feud going on with the mafia family that has no last name."

"You-you mean the-the-the Knolastname clan-clan-clan?"

"Yeah, the clan with no last name."

"No. The-the-the name IS Knolastname;"

"Isn't that what I just said? They have no last name."

"I have a strange-strange urge to shout wh-who's on first." Then again he was already losing processing power continuing this conversation. "Just-just go alre-re-ready."

"Yes sir." He watched the boy scamper off. Nice kid. Cheap and hardworking, just what they needed. Not to mention extremely desperate for money, the lifeblood of anyone that lived in Greed.

"Hey, Robo-bitch." The robot turned to see the Forman walk up to him. "You got a call."

"If-if it's your wife tell her-her I'm screwing her ass tomorrow."

"It's your boss, you cock sucker!" Ohhh, Mammon was on the line.

He stretched over and snatched the phone. "Heya sir-sir-sir, how's it goin'? Need a progress-ress-ress report?"

"Hey hey hey! How's my second favorite Fizzarolli doing? Having a good time making me money... or wait, you can't cause we're still fixin' up the bloody place!"

Ooh, guess the Mig M wasn't in a good mood today. "Don't you worry-worry-worry your awesome and c-c-cool head boss man-man-man. We're almost donnnnne rebuilding!"

Crash

"MY LEG!"

"… That-that-that was an unreeelated sc-sc-scream." His ass was trash, literally.

"Count yourself bloody lucky this ain't about the slow progress." The Sin growled. "You've gotten a blue haired brat in your mists, haven't you?"

"Oooh, yeah-yeah-yeah, little brat's the best lowest paid worker we go-go-got, though he stil-still keeps asking all these-these dumb questions about 'quality'."

"Good. Bring him to me." The boss man commanded. "But not by force or blackmail. Encourage him and shit. Do good and we can clear up about half the money you failed to make in the last few months."

"You-you-you-you got it, boss-boss man, your magnificent greediness!" He may have been built to be screwed but not like this. "Th-th-though if-if you get-get the best involved, the-then you-you might get a visit from-from a few chucklefuckers-"

"I know what I'm doin'. Why the hell do you think I want to meet the bloody brat!?" Green lightning sparked from the phone. "Anyways don't fail me or ya fucked, cheerio!"

And the line went dead. "… Well fuck-fuck-fuck me sideways." The brat would be easy to trick, but it was who the brat surrounded himself with that would be the problem. Just Blitzo alone would be a headache that would-

Robo Fizz blinked… his processors had finally been fixed… and they were looking to sue someone for all this crap. "Hey, I'm back." The kid spoke up. "Should I go back to working on the haunted house?"

"… Nope! Go-go-go take a lunch break. I need to-to-to make a few call-call-calls." The lawyers would want to hear this.

Moxxie sighed as he placed the chart on the wall. "These are our quarterly earnings this year."

Blitz stared. "Mox, that's just a line going into a toilet."

"Because YOU have money management issues!" He shouted back to his boss angrily. He might have become more agreeable with the man, but that didn't mean he still couldn't call Blitz out on his faults. "The last three weeks alone of jobs we have received have been wasted financially speaking due to you allocating our company's resources to frivolous expenses."

"There's nothing frivolous about how I spend money! I don't even know what it means!" Blitz shouted like it was a valid defense.

"It's in Iruma's word of the day calendar." Loona held up the object in question.

The man looked it over. "Frivolous. Not having any serious purpose or vague … okay, if you can't see the value of figurine horses, then you clearly aren't prepared to come to this conversation!"

The imp banged his head on the table. "Sir … what else do you spend our money on? Priority wise?"

"Well first I restock our bullets and blades." … Fair. "Then I buy that top brand hellhound kibble for my Loonie Toonie."

"I tell him to stop since it tastes like ass but he never listens." Loona muttered. How messed up was it when Loona was actually helping make his points.

"Then I use it to buy thirty backup hellphones because mine always gets crushed ..."

"You mean the phones you always break instead of hanging up?" Millie asked, rolling her eyes. "You could always get a Nephilkia brand."

Blitz trilled. "Pfft, I'm not a caveman Mills, I get the best of the best! With only the best data plan for each and every one of them!"

"… I'm sorry, you pay for thirty separate data plans for each of these phones!?" Moxxie shouted, eye twitching erratically.

"Duh, what, it's not like I can just transfer just one plan from phone to phone every time one breaks." Blitz waved off. "That's just ridiculous."

"Igak-JUST PUT THEM ALL ON THE SAME PLAN!" Moxxie screamed.

"I'm not magic Mox! Wait, yes I am. I still have the book!" Blitz reached into his safe and grabbed the Grimoire, opening it as he began reading. "Let's see. Money magic, money magic, money magic …"

The two of them turn to Loona who shrugged. "Teaching him how to use tech is like herding cats, impossible and the only thing you want to do is strangle their necks."

"Instant bath spell … hmm, might save the three long hours I spend in the shower."

"Is that at home or at the office?" Because the office would charge double for wasting water.

"Of course it's at the office, only Loonie touches the home bathroom." It was both amazing and frustrating just how much care and effort Blitz directed towards the secretary.

"You know it's less of a toilet and more of a black hole." Millie nodded as she looked back at the chart. "Blitz, you wanna make money right?"

"We are making money." The man waved his hand. "Every day the population of Earth doubles and doubles. They're being born faster than we can kill. At some point, we're basically gonna be paid big bucks for mass murder."

"None of that's going to matter if you keep wasting our revenue on only your hobbies!" Moxxie shouted. "For Satan's sake, we haven't even paid off the last two times we needed to get the wall fixed!"

"Yeah, at this point I'm just thinking about leaving it." The man admitted. "At this point it breaks faster than we can repair-"

Crash

"... It." Harpoons broke through the wall and pulled in another hole as a latter was shown. "... We're cool without a wall, right?"

"No one wants to see you jerk off to your horse figures in the open." Loona muttered with an eye roll.

A reptile leapt into the room, cracking his neck with an almost terminator like glare in his eye as he turned. "Blitz with a silent o, CEO of the Immediate Murder Professionals. I am here to serve you."

"Fuck yes!" The man shouted with no concern, laughing boisterously. "'Bout time someone recognized talents."

"Serve you a lawsuit." The lizard threw a paper into his boss's face.

"What!?" All three imps shouted.

"Honestly surprised it took someone this long to do that." Loona muttered.

The head imp was fuming. "Hey, we specified in the commercial that once you give us our money it's gone regardless of success!" Blitz shouted.

"You owe thirty million dollars in damages to Loo Loo Land." The lawyer said bluntly.

"Hey, you have no fucking evidence it was us!" Blitz glared.

The lawyer lizard stared at him blankly, before taking out a tape deck and playing a recording. "Sir, how did you manage to piss off an entire line of clown robots sir!?"

"Let's just say me and Fizz never got along. Now come on fucker, let me remind you why I'm the famous killer, Blitz!"

Blitz sweated. "… I'm pretty sure you're looking for BlitzO, you know, with an unsilent O."

"That's still you before the legalized name change."

Moxxie blinked. "It used to not be silent?"

"Can we not, just … not ... not today, Mox." Blitz rolled his eyes with a defeated sigh and a head rub. "Thirty mill, big fucking whoop, we'll just double down on jobs until bits paid off, no big."

"In accordance with the law, we are legally allowed to claim one employee under your care as collateral until the damage is paid in full." The man continued.

Blitz growled dangerously. "Hey, if you thinking your going to use my Loonie as a bartering chip; then we're going to have a fucking problem-!"

"We already have the employee under care." He spoke again … wait what?

"You do … wait… where did Iruma say he was today?" Moxxie asked in worry.

"He said… he .. was going to Loo Loo Land…" Loona muttered with wide eyes. "…to help… repairs…"

"And to prevent any 'transactions of violence'." He continued flatly. "He has been placed under the owner of Loo Loo Land directly … Mammon. So, pay, don't, my job is done, good-"

Shink

Millie had gutted the man's heart the second he was done explaining, he fell back into one of the wall's holes and plummeted till he splat on concrete. His wife's face was beyond angry. "Thirty million dollars is nothing compared to the full force of a wrathian mother scorned, fucker."

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Moxxie screamed out panicking. "What the fuck are we going to do!? We can't fight Mammon! We can't even fight Alastor!"

"Hold your baby fucking dick, Mox, this isn't as bad as you think-"

"Not as bad as we think!?" Millie tackled Blitz to the ground. "It's you're fucking fault he's there in the first place, asshole!"

"I did NOT start the shit with that robo clown! He came at me!" The man shouted, before Millie took out a knife and tried to jam it in his eye. "Mox, get your hoe off me so I can fucking explain!"

"Millie, this is all hands on deck, don't kill him!" Moxxie screamed as he tried pulling her off.

"NOT UNTIL HE SUFFERS!"

"I know how that fat fuck Mammon works! I've snuck into his palace before, I can get ya in to find the kid!" He screamed. "It'll be just like with Vox!"

"... You mean when we failed and got brutally maimed, only surviving by sheer luck?" Moxxie questioned.

"I did say before that fucking with Sins was on the table, and this is what I meant by it!" Blitz shouted. "And unless you got a plan shoved up your ass somewhere, it's the only one we have to work with!"

They turned to each other. "... Alright … you better hope this works, Blitz." Millie growled as she pulled the knife back.

"It will, trust me." Their boss dusted off his suit. "Loonie, I need you to-"

"Already heading to the van, not letting Mammon of all people screw him over." The hellhound walked off.

Blitz blinked in surprise. "Oh... I was going to say hold the fort-"

"Not this time, Blitz." Loona answered lowly as she walked out the door.

"... You know, she's been a lot more tolerable since Iruma became her friend." Moxxie couldn't help but note.

"Cause she wants to fuck him." His wife groaned.

"Can we just get this shitty day over with without thinking about any other shit that'll make us argue?" Blitz grumbled as he grabbed a bag of weapons. "Already going fucking back to Greed, damn it I really really hate that place. If they didn't make good overpriced coffee, I'd never step in that shithole again."

"... And how much of that is part of the budget?"

"Can't hear you Mox, out the door."

Mammon smirked as he kept his eye on the door. Today would be the day where he'd play sweet talker. Sure, he could kill the brat on the spot no problem. But when it came to something that could make him rich, the demon knew how to play. Like the kid walking right into the room. "Iruma Suzuki!" He clapped with his dashing friendly smile. "I've heard all about you, fun lad you are, bloody fun!"

"Whoa, that's one big clown." The little shrimp muttered as Mammon stood up.

"Ahh, what, this? Don't be intimidated by size, just watch!" With a poof of green clouds, he shrunk himself down and teleported right next to the kid. "Oooh, I'm here!" Poof. "Now I'm at the back of ya!" Poof! "On top of yah!"

"Ahh-!" The kid ducked out of the way before he could get smashed. "I see.. you have a… lively sense of humor." He shook himself off. "And you are-?"

"The name's Mammon, kid! The Big M; Meister of Money. People also call me Mam, cause I'm cool like that." He greeted.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Ms. Mammon." He nodded.

That made him cackle. "Pfffftt, hahahaha, that's funny shit, good one, cause I'm funny and women aren't funny, abahabahabaha!"

"… okay, dealing with another Adam…" The kid mumbled.

"What, nah, I ain't no shitty shit talking angel, I'm super child N shit, you hungry, cause I'm hungry, have some popcorn, one bucket, two bucket, have ten thousand!" He poofed up a wall of the buttery goodness on top of the little bloke.

"... Not that I'm not going to take this, but I'm getting the vibe that you want something out of me." The kid said bluntly.

Mammon laughed. "Oh come now, you didn't hesitate to take any food from the Queen Bee did ya?" He questioned. "Eat up, it's on the house."

"Fair enough." The kid began freaking inhaling it like a bloody vacuum, making the pile disappear in five fucking seconds.

"Wow, now those are some mighty impressive choppers ya got on you, kid. No wonder little foxy chose ya." Mammon cackled. Currently one of the most popular, or infamous depending on who ya asked, people in hell. Iruma Suzuki, human picked from the living world. Adored by angels, goetia, sins, and even the princess of hell herself (Albeit that last one wasn't too bloody hard).

So many bloody connections, not to mention the skills he put into working hard and surviving. And for cheap too, and the topper… the kid was hilarious, always constantly getting himself almost killed and barely escaping with his life! All of that made the perfect combination of everything that Mammon wanted to exploit out of a marketable prodigal son! One that might even last longer than Fizzie when he got too old and useless!

If he could get this boy under contract … everyone would pay LOTS of money to see him! He could even get that freaky deaicky radio deer man to pay him the rights to air that show of his all over hell! Maybe even get the bloody princess or even that freaking angel mommy lady if they ever came down here! "Oh, you know Bee?"

"Know her? Hah, we're born of the same eldritch ooze! I'm the Sin of Greed, blue boy!"

"Oh …" The boy blinked. "Can I ask a question?"

"Heh, this isn't some fancy place you have to watch over everywhere bucko, anything you wanna ask, ask." Mammon smirked.

"Why is your ring so terrible?"

The sin cackled. "Ahahabababa, no bloody filter on that mouth of yours, no wonder people keep tuning into ya!" Anything that got people's attention and money was always good in his book.

"Like, it's just endless violence, smoggy air, and constantly run down infrastructure." He spoke.

"Well in Greed, we live by one simple rule, kiddo." Mammon explained, getting in close with a grin. "Get as much money as you can. Money can buy you everything right? I heard about you strugglin' with a LOT of it for a long time."

"I mean, that's not untrue." The kid muttered.

"Yep, and so, anyone in my ring has the right to make as much money as possible no matter what, and in my case, I make money by making sure everyone is happy and entertained with my shit." Because more people would keep giving it to him without problem. Apparently just endlessly raising the taxes cause 'revolutions', according to the goetia in his turf, wasn't profitable. "It's why I have all the Fizzies!" He snapped his fingers and made his personal servants jump into the air and land with a flip.

"Oh, you made all the robots I see across hell?" The boy questioned.

"Made, no, but I finance and produce and sell them all for anyone to enjoy to their hearts' content." He grabbed one and threw them into a wall. "They're all purpose, all use robots! They can be your knife, your babysitter, your personal chef, your lawyer, and if you want all of the above plus a fuck buddy, they can be that too!"

"I could definitely use lawyer and chef …" The kid muttered.

"But given your chains that may be hard …" Mammon made a fake thinking pose, before snapping his fingers. "Wait, I think I can help with that! What do you say to fucking over the radio demon, buckaroo?"

"You want to make him explode over and over, because that would be cathartic?" The kid asked.

"Explode him, fuck him, kill him, all of the above and more… but of course…" He pointed to his hand.

"Aaaaaa, there it is." The kid sighed. "No thank you. Already sold it five times, I'm already lucky it hasn't bumped up to six."

"Six happens to be hell's lucky number, bucko." Mammon snickered. "And please, think it over, ya got a lot of time after all seeing as you're stuck here for the time being."

"... I'm not stuck here." The kid tilted his head like a retarded puppy. "I just got called because someone wanted to talk about my work ethic."

"That someone was me, my circus, my ring, my business." Mammon snickered. "And when I say you're stuck here, I mean legally ya can't leave, not until your other boss with those murder happy friends of yours pay off the thirty million dollars for destroying the circus."

"... Ah, I get it." The kid nodded, taking a seat. "... Got any card games to pass the time?"

"Wanna wager your soul on one of em?"

"Stare blankly at a wall it is."

"Then ya gonna be staring for a long time, kid." Mammon laughed. Ain't no one going be able to lay off that much for one brat so quickly.

"Don't worry, I had practice whenever my parents tried to make a new kid to exploit." He nodded. "Looots of moaning while I cleaned the living room."

"... Technically I own ya employment, so start cleanin'."

"… And suddenly I'm getting flashbacks to my childhood."

Blitz looked at the sunken ship. "Okay, first step, getting in."

"Which given the nature of Mammon never leaving valuables out of arm's reach, includes one thousand security cameras, fifty laser grids, twenty turrets, and vents too small for imps." Mox spoke up. "You have experience in Greed. But I've lived here."

"Bitch please, I've watched the fat fucker ever since I was a kid, even I knew back then the Big M never splurges for the good shit." Blitz waved. "We just need to trip a few alarms here and there to get everyone focused on a false alarm. They'll think it's bugged and shut the thing down until tomorrow. It's all one cheap power grid so it's all connected to a giant on and off switch."

"And you know this-?"

"Because I've broken in before, keep up." Blitz grumbled as he turned to Millie. "Mills, cut some walls and break some necks, but not all of them, we need the distracted, not bursting in a fucking army."

"Understood." She grumbled, jumping out into the air.

"Now Loonie, stand here with a computer and keep an eye on everything."

"It's all in green and red!" She shouted in incense. "I'm fucking colorblind, who designed this!?"

"Sir, I can handle the computer." Moxxie took the laptop. "And given what happened with the DHORKS, Loona is capable of sneaking around without causing too much commotion, surprisingly enough."

"Fuck you too fatty, but he has a point." Loonie nodded. "I'm not letting Iruma get fucked over by another Sin." She growled.

He groaned. "Alright … alright …" Why did she have to put herself in danger? And why the fuck was his past haunting him today!? "Let's just get ready to jump in the back the moment we have a window."

Woop, Woop, Woop!

The alarm rang out as the lights focused. "Okay, Moxxie, get us a notice when the cameras are down." Blitz commanded as he and Loonie ran to the back.

"You got it, sir... good luck." With a simple nod, everything was in place… fuck fuck fuck, he hated being here... why did he have to come back here?

"So… " Loona muttered as they clung to the nearest wall. "Does this have anything to do with the Fizzolie imp you keep mentioning whenever you're drunk?"

"What?" He asked.

"Anytime you get drunk off your ass, you mutter and cry about Fizzarolli, not the fuck robots around hell, the real one." She sighed. "... you left your phone unlocked one night... I saw the pictures."

"… He was … we worked together. That's all." He muttered numbly. "Grew up in the same circus."

"And … nothing more?" She asked.

"Maybe…. Maybe we were…" You weren't his friend, you left him to die and now you're going to die alone-

"Sir, you have your opening."

"You heard the fatty, let's ditch this conversation for never." Blitz spoke as he ran forward.

"That's not healthy and you know it." His daughter growled, but said nothing as she ran with him into the back window. "You came here cause you were trying to talk to him, right?"

"Loonie, I love you but this isn't the time to talk about my past." Blitz muttered as he pulled her in. "The kid's the focus, remember?"

"I don't need to be reminded." She muttered as they began scrolling through the walls.

"Believe me when I say I've been there, but saving someone's life isn't a guarantee they'll fall in love with you." Blitz muttered.

"I'm not doing this to make him-watch your step." She pulled him by the tail as a laser beamed in front of them.

"Right … wait, that's a red laser. How the fuck did you see that?"

"Didn't, smelled the air heating up." Loona pointed to her nose.

He nodded. "Right … speaking of smell, you catch a whiff of the kid yet?"

"Iruma constantly smells like ketosis, which gives off the scent of nail polish, dried fruit, and nuts." She took a sniff of the air.

"… That was more of a yes or no question, sweetie." He responded with a twitchy eye. Don't get mad, and don't shoot the kid on sight, that would only lead to more trouble down the line.

"And I'm telling you what I'm looking for." She grumbled back as she took another sniff. "Turned a left, that's where the scents the strongest."

"Got it." He began running. "Ugh, I can't believe I actually used to think I wanted to work in this shithole. So many years and so many dreams wasted."

"Everyone who lives in Greed gets infected by idiocy." Loonie muttered as she sniffed the air. "Another left."

"Ain't that the truth. Especially Moxxie. Who the fuck would ever think that Chaz bitch was sexy?" Blitz muttered as he kept running. "I could get a one night stand, but multiple ones? Just … why?"

"Small dick tinier than his own?"

"No, big dick that had no idea what the fuck it was doing. I've seen smaller dicks pound bitches into submission better than that man could." Blitz grumbled.

Loona snorted. "Oh, so the fattie just fell for the first dick he ever saw that was bigger than his own."

"Loonie… that would be every dick." Blitz snickered. Daddy-daughter time was always lovely no matter the circumstances.

"So was leaving your coms on deliberate or accidental?" Mox's voice piped up, annoyed.

"Pick your poison, Mox."

"I'll say accidental and warn you that you're about to run into-hey, fuck, they found-!" And the line was dead.

His eyes widened. "Mox, Mox, come in!" Blitz shouted, pressing the com and getting static. "Mills, Mox got compromised, run intercept!"

"I'm coming-agh, assaults comin' in, I'm surrounded!"

"Fuck." Blitz growled, breaking the gizmo. "Find the kid Loonie, I'm gonna grab the-"

"Well well well, look at what we have here." … Oh you have to be fucking kidding me!

"Loonie, for the first time ever … I'm blaming you, for jinxing us." Blitz grumbled before turning to the familiar clown. "Of fucking course you're here today."

"Yep, cause I have a paying job with responsible timing." The bastard of his life, Fizzarolli, snickered. "So let me guess, what brings YOU here BlitzO?"

"It's silent now, asshole." He growled.

"You mean just like the audience always was before I stepped up and saved your sorry ass a massive booing and egg to the face." The bastard cackled.

"Great great great, you have the same sense of humor as all of your sex toys, stale and unoriginal!" Blitz accused.

"Oh really? Cause I think the act of acting like a decent person fails for you." The clown smirked, turning to Loonie. "Even if you manage to fake it well enough for a few people."

He snarled threateningly. "What the fuck are you implying-?"

"Bitch, I've caught that brat's radio show, I know you and it enough to figure out how you're fucked up head is trying to work around your horrible life. But you and I know this whole thing isn't gonna work, you know." Fizz shook his head. "You'll just end up a fuck up, like you always are. I mean, after you humiliated yourself at Ozzie's in front of your employees, and the prince, hah, now all of hell knows your nothing but a fuck toy!" He cackled.

"Oh look who's talking, Asmodeus's favorite sugar baby!" Blitz hollered. "And like you have any right to talk, you got knocked out and-"

"Oooooh, am I not making myself clear?" The lights faded as a spotlight shined on him. "Then how about I show it in a more .. familiar lighting… Oh OZZIE!"

"Yeah, baby cakes?" Spoke a spontaneous spark of flame … fuckin' Asmodeus.

Fizz smirked. "Can I get me some good tunes going? I promise you it's gonna be an entertaining song."

Asmodeus' three heads grinned. "Entertaining? Oh I can't say no to THAT!" The entire room was burned away … replaced by a …

Blitz stared with eyes wide. "Fuck." The carnival … where …

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the stage!" Spotlight fell onto Fizz. "The best of all the jesters! And the RoboFizz parade!" He called out as circus music played.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." An army of Robo Fizzs clapped in the audience … along with a tied up Loonie, struggling in her binds with snarls.

"Thank you, thank you! You're all too kind!"

"Oh, Christ on a fuckin' stick, really!?" Blitz shouted frustratedly as he took out a gun to shoot the Fizzies down.

"Now, hey there, old chum!" One of the metal fuckers grabbed his arm and grinded his gun to splinters. "What's got you lookin' glum?! Is it 'cause I've gotten everything you ain't?!"

"Fuck you." He growled.

"Top bill at Ozzie's, work for Mammon." The jackass praised himself. "But if I should examine your affairs, well it frankly ain't that great!" He spoke condescendingly.

"Whatever, sellout!" Blitz still made money and kept his pride!

"You think I'm sellin' out? 'Cause all I know I'm sellin' out." The imp threw bills into the air. "Are shows that give me all the adoration I demand."

"Go Fizzie!" Asmodeus cheered next to his tied up daughter, her fur flaring in caution for being near the Sin.

"It isn't like the circus! 'Cause now I have a purpose!" The bastard grinned as he shot himself in front of his face and showed off his teeth. "While you're left reaching out for something you can't even understand!"

"I'm not reaching out for anything!"

"Boo hoo, little Blitzy! What a grim, pathetic face." The bots sang in unison as they tossed him in the air. "I guess that I can't blame you, when your life is a disgrace!" They cackled out.

"Come one, come all, It's the Fizzarolli ball!" Lights and fireworks sparkled out into the open. "Where the creatures of the dark, gather answering the call!" The shadows wrapped around the robots, creating the fuckin' illusion of some beast of the night.

"For a show that knocks the baddest and the meanest off their feet!" Fizz blew a kiss to the sin. "Whether imp or Lord of Lust, I'm gonna give you all a treat!"

"Yeah. A treat of your ass all hell, big fucking deal!" Blitz yelled.

"Rebuilt, reborn! From the fires of the scorned!" Blue fire surrounded him as Fizz danced around it… fire just like that day… "I don't let the scars define me! They're the badges I adorn!" He smirked knowingly as he gestured to his face covered by makeup which…hidden the scars that Blitz made.

"What we had is dead and buried, I don't let it keep me down." He chuckled. "'Cause now I am the ringleader, and you're the clown!" Fizz cackled as white paint was thrown onto Blitz's face.

Don't let it get to you, don't let it get to you… "Yeah, a ringleader of sex dolls that look like you, you narcissistic fuck! At least I'm not-!"

"Stop!" Fizzie covered his mouth. "The pitiable explaining! Don't want to hear complaining!The feeble, shit excuses of a fraud."

"Uh, oh!"

"You act a part to save your face." He chuckled, walking over to glowering Loona and using his fingers to force her into an overexaggerated smile. "Spurn whatever you've been graced with!" The clown leapt around, producing images of Stolas and Verosika alongside him, glaring at Blitz with hate. "And anything that's good, you just ignore!"

Blitz felt his eyes quiver, tears about to leak. No! Don't show weakness! Especially not in front of his daughter and former best friend! "Shut up!" Just end the song end the madness end the fucking reminder of how much he fucked up!

"I don't hide what I am, I know exactly who I am!" A tight rope formed above Blitz as Fizz walked it. "I am an entertainer who's above where he began!"

"Above where he began!

"No longer in the circus!" He did cartwheels around the stage. "A Lord has gave me purpose!" And leapt onto Asmodeus' central head. "And with him, I have got the only thing you'll never understand!" Fizzarolli laughed.

"Just say what you want and get it over with!" Blitz shouted with gritted teeth.

"I might have been your pal, Blitz, might have been your friend." Fizz shrugged with a frown. "But you know how that saying goes! 'All good things gotta end!'"

He…. He considered him a good friend… once…. Don't cry... don't cry, don't you dare break down in front of this asshole!

"Come one, come all! It's the Fizzarolli ball!" Don't say anything else… "Where the creatures of the dark, gather answering the call! For a show that's gonna make the masses sing and shriek and shout! They'll hang on to every fucking word! There's never any doubt!"

"Rebuilt, reborn! From the fires of the scorned!" A torch was shoved in Blitz's hands, multiple signs pointing to him. 'Monster'. 'Mess up'. 'Disgrace'. "I don't let the scars define me, they're the badges I adorn!" The scars … reminded Blitz every day … that he was always in the wrong.

"In Asmodeus' House, I've found a place to call my own! And that makes me the ringleader…" He spun Loona away… leaving him alone in the spotlight. "While you're alone."

"And don't just take my word for it, Blitzo." The clown laughed.

"My Fizzi's had it rough and not from how I play." The sin chuckled.

"What the...?"

"Are you really that surprised that he wished that all away?" The big man asked.

"But that wasn't...!"

"What you were to each other, now that's buried in the past. Do you protest after humiliating yourself?"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!"

"That's a good laugh!" It was just a joke... his whole life was a fucking joke. "Are you jealous or just don't get what we got? Do you hate that he's now one of mine, and always hits the spot?"

"Yes, I do!" The fucker gleamed in delight.

"A powerhouse of stardom always down to have some fun!" Asmodeus laughed. "Not ashamed of what he means to me, while all you do is run!" Running away … over … and over …

"So call me overrated! And keep that whiny tone! But it don't matter what you do!" Loona …her eyes worried… was watching with a muzzle as Blitz was shoved into a casket, the two demons grinning madly at him. "You'll still die alone!"

The words that lived rent free in his head felt the last fucking forever of his life… the words that were always going to be true no matter what..

"Come one, come all! It's the Fizzarolli ball!" They were all placed on balls as they were rolled down the halls. "Where the creatures of the dark, gather answering the call!"

"For a show that keeps 'em coming back here every single night! And I've got someone who cares enough, to share in my delights."

"Rebuilt, reborn! From the fires of the scorned!" The clown cackled. "I don't let the scars define me, they're the badges I adorn!" He shouted with glee as he leapt onto the sin. "Across the rings, you'll see my face, the baddest imp in town!"

"'Cause now I am the ringleader … And you're the clown!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." The robo clowns cackled as they were rolled … right into a tied up Millie and Moxxie.

"How the fuck did they even know where we were!?" Millie shouted, struggling in the ropes.

"Broadcast. The fizzbots have them on record, and Mam figured you'd do something about it after the Vox thing." The bastard shrugged.

"…. Fuck." Mox grumbled. "Look, we can get the money, just tell your boss to let Iruma go, he has nothing to do with this-"

"Too late, you broke into sin territory. Mammon wants to see you now." Fizz smirked.

"Fuck …" They were all going to suffer … and Blitz …

He … will die alone … and Blitz had to accept that. Just like that kid accepted he wasn't gonna get out of the contract.

Iruma gazed at his hand, his lips pursed. "What else can you do …" Stretch, grow, make claws, fly, make mouths, armor, an extra arm … so many weird things.

"Come on brat, keep cleanin'!" The sin of Greed groaned.

"... But I already did."

"Pardon?" The man asked in confusion.

"This isn't the first cleaning job I had. This entire room's done already." Iruma pointed out.

"What that fuck-it takes the Fizzie's all fucking day to clean all the cum and butter out!" He inspected the walls.

"Well I'm cleaning myself with a bleach bath tonight." Iruma shuddered. He wasn't sure what 'cum' was but given how many times Blitz and Angel Dust mentioned it, he knew it could be anything but clean.

"Well fuck me impressed, it's gonna be awesome havin' you under my employment!" The man cackled.

"Yeah right, like I'll stay here forever." Iruma rolled his eyes.

Suddenly, the sin's smirk widened. "Oh don't worry brat … any second now." What the heck was that supposed to-

The door slammed open, as the clown guy from Ozzie's, a smaller looking Asmodeus, walked in, carrying … the entirety of the tied up I.M.P, including Loona. "One break in gang, captured."

"Great one, Fizzie! You're a bloody legend!" The sin cackled as he hugged the clown.

"Glad to be of service, Mam!" The clown grinned, looking slightly uncomfortable, but happy all the same.

"Eh hem." The ball of flame floating in the air glared at the bigger green clown.

"Alright Ozz, you can leave now. I'll get you your boy toy back tonight." Mammon rolled his eyes.

He blinked. "Wait, you work for two sins?" Iruma asked the clown looking imp.

"Yeah, I'm talented like that." He smirked. "Unlike some fuckers."

"You already had the song and dance, get over it, you made your point." Blitz grumbled, who looked a lot worse in behavior wise.

"Sorry tot, we'd tried to break you out of here like with Vox..." Millie started guiltily.

"You mean the time you got caught and we almost all died but survived out of luck?" Iruma recalled.

"It was the only plan we had, and it wasn't like anyone else was spouting any!" Blitz shouted.

"Whatever." The fiery sin rolled his eyes. "Good luck Fizzarolli, be safe." He waved, keeping his eye lingering on the imp like Stolas did with Blitz.

"Will do Big O!" The imp waved off with a wide smile Iruma had seen on Octavia a few times wherever they waved to each other… huh, guess sins could have healthy relationships. Then again, he already saw that with Bee and Tex …and Charlie and Vaggie technically.

A few moments of silence passed after Asmodeus left, before the sin of Greed cracked his hands. "Welp, now that I'm the biggest authority in the room, here's what's gonna happen." Mammon spoke up darkly. "Since you all broke onto my property, I'm within my RIGHT!" The room became nothing but storming rage from a spider trapping all within its web, sucking nectar from souls until they dried into husks. "To murder you … but I can't make money from the dead, so I prefer not to." He chuckled in a way that alleviated no nerves. "Except the hellhound, I have enough owned up, I can take or leave her for dead." Lightning charged in his hands.

Iruma's eyes widened. He was going to hurt Loona…. Screw that. "Step off!" He snarled, expanding his arms and legs and aimed for his stupid head…

SMACK

A spider leg slammed into Iruma's stomach, hurting almost as much as Adam's punch as it kept him pinned. Iruma coughed in pain. "And the ONLY way she is going to live, is if you sell me your soul, brat. I'll give you the count down from five, but if I see any hint of your holy weapon out, the mutt dies instantly." The asshole growled. "So your choice!"

Millie gave Iruma a terrified, pleading look. "It's not worth it tot, don't give everything up for one dog-!"

"Fuck you Mills, it's my baby's life on the line!" The two imps began fighting with each other.

"Five …" Lightning began charging more and more as Iruma's hairs stood on end. "Four …"

"Come on, come on." Moxxie looked around desperately.

"Three …" He tried to fight off the leg, but it wasn't doing anything, his bites weren't going through, Iruma's teeth were getting hurt.

"I can think of something! Just let me...!" Iruma continued to press against it, his eyes frantic.

"Iruma." He stopped. "… don't..." Loona sighed before giving him a small, sad smile...Smile filled with love…

"Two …." She was going to die, she was going to die…Iruma bit his lips enough to bleed… he already was stuck with five chains... what was one more? "One …"

"I'll do-"

Slam

With a surge of hellfire flooding the room, love, wrath, hate, kindness; and warmth filled the air as… "Charlie!?" Iruma blinked in shock.

"Hold it right there, Mammon!" Charlie roared authoritatively. With her eyes red and horns sticking out of the tip of her head.

"Ah, Charlie!" The man immediately stopped, grinning. "If you wanted a hang you shoulda called, mate! I could have set up some tunes for a rockin' jam sesh! Now it's just kinda mixing casual and work and-"

Charlie glared. "Get your foot off that boy and you'll get your money."

He immediately complied, having a confused but happy look on his face. "Money you say?"

"That's what this is all about right? Keeping Iruma around until IMP pays off the damages to Loo Loo Land? That's the only reason you'd have to keep him under contract."

"Well the contract thing was a bonus I was hoping for, but he IS under my service until IMP pays off the damages." He pursed his lips, somehow being professional despite his earlier lack of … sanity for better terms. "Then there's the additional charges of said group breaking into my property and … hey Fizzie, how much damage did they cause?"

"The girl killed ten men and broke twenty walls." Fizzarolli nodded.

"So that's about another fucking sixty million bucks." The sin shrugged.

"How's this?" Charlie crossed her arms. "I give you three hundred million and you forgo any further action against Iruma and IMP?"

"Done deal!" The man smiled.

"... Really?" Iruma asked, feeling confusion and sheer disbelief. "Not that I WANT to look a gift horse in the mouth but … it's that easy?"

"Money's money kid, that's what I aim for!" He chuckled as Charlie pulled out a bag and handed it to him, he nodded in satisfaction after checking inside of it. "No hard feelings about threatnin' your friend slash love interest right?" He sent out a harmless smile.

He stared, eyes narrowed. "You are the worst sin in all of hell and I hope to never see you or this ring again." Iruma stated bluntly.

"Fuckin' fine bitch." The demon scoffed. "Hey Fizz, come get yourself height checked for the new Fizz bots, would you kindly?"

"Right away, Mammon!" They replied instantly, Iruma getting a shiver down his back when he saw it.

"That was it… that was really all it took-" Iruma muttered as Charlie tackled him with a hug.

"Oh thank fuck I came just in time!" Charlie called out in great relief as her demon form began disappearing. "The second I heard that Mammon was trying to make a deal with you I gathered up all the money I could cause I know he loves money more than anything and would be easy to convince to back off and it was so freaking heart pounding because I don't want you in any more danger and people controlling you…!"

Iruma's eyes softened. "... Thank you Charlie, really." He patted the woman on the back. She… she really felt the most like a mom.. a real mom than all of the people in his life. "You're a lifesaver…" He… he really could have hope in her … hope in her cause... hope… that she'll always be there for him.

"... You're saying we could have just walked up to you and asked for a loan this whole time?" Blitz asked with a hopeful smile.

"Are you going to stop killing people?" Charlie glared.

"I mean you technically just endorsed a company that did that-"

"Sir, stop talking while we're miraculously alive." Moxxie deadpanned.

"Then all I have to say to you all… is fuck you." Charlie grinned.

Iruma walked up to Loona, undoing her bindings. "Are you … alright?" His voice hesitated, concerned.

"That doesn't matter." Loona latched her arms around him and hugged him tightly. "You shouldn't risk your freedom for me, moron. It wouldn't have been worth it ..." She whispered in his ears.

"Yes it would've." He stated resolutely. "You're the first person to call me a friend, Loona … it's always gonna be worth it."

She blushed as her fluffy tail wrapped around him, before letting him go. "Just don't make it a habit, squirt."

He shook his head. "Yeah no, I'm quitting my repairman job." If he needed a second income, ANY ring other than Greed would be worth it.

"Good for you tot." Millie hugged him next, sighing. "Now let's get the fuck out of here."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Blitz groaned. "Tonight's going into the repressed section of my brain and never coming up again."

"Right …" Loona actually gave the man a head rub of her own.

"Hey Blitz?" Iruma asked, his lips thinning.

He turned to him. "Yeah kid?"

'Hey Fizz, come get yourself height checked for the new Fizz bots, would you kindly?' 'Iruma, would you be a dear and test this rickety bridge, please?'

"...Is that guy… the jester imp … you know … like me?"

"No contract, Imp souls aren't valuable enough for that." Blitz brought it up. "The contract would just fizzle out into the wind." He blinked. "Why do you ask?"

"… No reason … just … a memory." Deja vu.

"Let's just get you to the nearest bed and rest." Charlie smiled as she held his hand.

"Yeah ... that sounds great." Iruma sighed heavily. Hell might have been the worst place in the universe ... but right now … surrounded by people who would give anything for him … Iruma couldn't help but feel like he reached … paradise.