Author's note: Some content in this chapter deals with mature subject matter.

Ever since he had founded the Immediate Murder Professionals, Blitzo had taken to loudly announcing his presence once he stepped through the portal that connecting the Human World with Hell.

Most of the time, he would say something insulting about their human targets. With an additional negative comment about a certain male Imp's performance if the job had been particularly stressful and aggravating.

But since today was a day where they managed to not only accomplish their mission, but also avoid any serious fuck ups that would have royally screwed their chances of taking another trip topside, Blitzo's announcement came as no surprise to his employees.

"Fucking Christ on a crutch that was a fuck ton of lumberjacks!"

Casually throwing his new favorite weapon to the side, making an ideal note to have Moxxie clean it up later since chainsaws were more likely to work properly when they weren't covered in blood and gore, the former circus performer could only chuckle as his most enthusiastic employee made her own boastful entrance.

"Hell yeah! I'm soo jazzed up right now that I could work my way through fifty more of those fuckers!"

Pleased with Millie's gung ho spirit, even if it did result in the destruction of a weapon that could have been added to their common arsenal, Blitzo felt some of his good humor vanish as his favorite buzzkill decided to try and add to their celebratory mood.

"Well, you better stay jazzed babe. Because do I got something planned for tonight."

Rolling his eyes at Moxxie's display of confidence, despite the fact that it was a clear indicator that he would soon be getting some new footage for his 'collection', the former circus performer wasted no time in putting a temporary halt to his employee's plans.

"Nice to see that your willing to try new things to make up for your baby wiener Moxx. But before you kids go home to start staining your sheets, I'm gonna have to treat you to a round of booze to celebrate a good day's work."

Smiling proudly at his underlings, for he knew that they always appreciated it whenever he recognized their value in keeping his company afloat, Blitzo found himself speechless as Moxxie proved to be much cooler than he originally thought.

"Actually sir, it's our five-year marriage anniversary. So, I'm taking Millie to Ozzie's in the Lust Ring."

Still trying to process that Moxxie had managed to come up with a better way to spend the evening than he had, the white spotted Imp had no issue in allowing Millie to ask the question he greatly wanted to ask.

Albeit in a manner that was less insulting than anything he could have come up with.

"Ozzie's?! No fucking way! That place is always booked! How did you…?"

"I've been planning this for a while Hon. Almost didn't happen cause of the post-Purge rush, but the owner is rather good about honoring reservations made a year in advance."

Grumbling a little since he had countless experiences when club owners had thrown him out despite having a reservation, conveniently forgetting that said reservations had been earned by sneaking a glance at the approved guest list, Blitzo quickly regained his composure as he turned towards the celebrating couple.

"Really wish you had given me more time to prepare Moxx. But even if it is last minute, I'm always willing to go out with you guys."

Beaming proudly as he made this announcement, the former circus performer kept his smile as Moxxie responded to his generous offer.

"Sir, tonight is about our fifth-year anniversary."

"Uhuh."

"Which means that it's a special night for US."

"You'd be a pretty shitty husband Moxx if you thought otherwise."

Smiling just a tiny bit wider as his comment earned a light hearted chuckle of agreement from his female employee, Blitzo maintained his hopeful expression as Moxxie tried once again to explain the nature of his evening's plan.

"Actually I'd be a shitty husband if I were to take anyone else but my wife to one of Hell's most exclusive night clubs. Which is why I made sure to book a table for only Millie and myself. No one else Sir!"

Adopting an expression that most would call indifferent, and ensuring that his body was turned in such a way to avoid his employees from seeing the unshed tears in his eyes, if only because crying because you weren't invited to a special occasion was something only losers did, Blitzo made a shooing gesture with his hand.

"Then what the fuck are you two kids still doing here? Go on, get out of here. I'll even be nice and give you the day off tomorrow so you have plenty of time to recover from tonight's fuckfest."

Doing his best to retain the image of a dismissive employer as the couple voiced their appreciation for his generosity, the former circus performer waited until his romantically swooning employees were out of the room before he pulled out his cell phone.

It pained him to do this, especially since Stolas had yet to emerge from the depressive funk his bitch of a wife had left him in after their separation, but he had no choice.

With the Kid forbidden, by the King himself no less, from leaving his school until Spring Break, and Loona currently doing whatever she did to vent some of the anger that strangely enough always seemed to increase for a few days each month, his choices for a partner were limited.

But then again, perhaps he was being a bit hasty.

If he could charm the pants off of a Prince, whose to say that he couldn't flirt his way past some poorly paid bouncer?

Especially if he made the offer to take a brief walk into a deserted alley to suck his di…

….

Despite the brief period of potential reproachment that had existed during the past four years, Stolas found it quite easy to fall back into the habits he had always indulged in whenever he was certain that his precious owlette wasn't in the vicinity

He of course knew Octavia had been aware of the animosity that had been steadily building between himself and Stella. But he had always been careful to ensure that his feelings of mounting depression had been carefully guarded between a welcoming and cheerful visage. Even during the moments where he was still in his sleeping attire..

But ever since the separation, he had cared less about keeping up appearances.

Which meant that the sight of him sadly eating a bowl of breakfast cereal while watching television in the dark had now become part of his everyday routine unless he was called away for something truly important.

However, since Octavia wasn't due to visit until the end of the week, and Blitzy choosing to revert back to their monthly arrangement, he had nothing better to do than watch his soaps.

"Why wont you love me, Alejandro?!"

Though he managed to keep his unshed tears in check by sheer force of will, there was no mistaking his less than happy temperament as he voiced his agreement with the Hispanic sounding Imp.

"That's a mood, Gabriella."

Allowing some of his tears to fall as he shoveled in a heaping spoonful of cereal, Stolas found himself sinking deeper into his couch before the unexpected ringing of his telephone briefly broke him out of his depressive musings.

Turning towards the phone with a look of reluctant interest, Stolas soon found himself choking on his latest mouthful of cereal as it revealed the identity of the caller.

Managing to clear his airways of the unintended obstruction, and quickly recovering his poise after he had fallen flat on his face while reaching for the ringing phone, the robe-wearing Owl Demon managed to restrain most of his enthusiasm as he greeted his Imp Lover.

"Hello! Hello Blitzy!"

Usually, whenever he acted this way, Blitzy would either give a sigh or mutter something that even he could never quite make out.

But to his great surprise, his favorite Imp appeared to be in a particularly sociable mood.

"Stolas, hows it hanging? I don't suppose you have any plans tonight?"

Briefly glancing at the muted television and his spilled bowl of cereal, Stolas couldn't help but allow a hint of unease to enter his voice as he responded.

"Umm…why do you ask?"

The answer he received was something that left him momentarily speechless.

"Well if you're free, and not too depressed about your bitch of a wife leaving you, I thought it be kinda of nice if we grabbed a drink somewhere. Like maybe, I dunno, at Ozzie's down in Lust?"

Choosing to ignore the insulting reminder of his wife in favor of experiencing the wonder at having one of his fantasies come true, Stolas couldn't help confirming this since he knew that his Blitzy had the odd habit of saying one thing and meaning another.

"Are…you asking me out on a date Blitzy?"

Though he would have preferred his lover's reply to be a bit more tactical, the fact that he wasn't denying it ensured that his previously gloomy demeanor was forgotten.

"Well….I wouldn't really go around telling people that, but I suppose if you want look at that way, I should say that yes. That's more or less what I'm doing. How soon can you get down here to Lust?"

Bouncing on his feet as he proceeded to hunt through his closet for something date worthy, Stolas couldn't help simpering just a little as he answered his Imp's question.

"I'll be down there in twenty. I'll see you soooon Blitzy."

Hanging up the phone as he needed to fully concentrate on his search for the appropriate attire, Stolas allowed his mind to briefly wander as to why his Imp lover had finally come around to the idea of advancing their relationship.

The absence of a constantly insulting romantic partner was a potential answer. For during the entire course of their 'arrangement', Stella had rarely offered any words of appreciation without ruining the moment with a particularly scathing observation.

Or it was possible that Blitzy wished to indulge in a bit of romantic foreplay before ending their evening in his bedroom.

It didn't really matter to him since he genuinely loved spending time with the Imp.

And it appeared that now Blitzy was in the right state of mind to reflect this in a manner that did not them indulging in passionate fornication.

….

Though he loved his job, and all the perks that came from being the right hand of one of the Deadly Seven, especially the nights were both he and the big man could practice their 'routine' without anybody watching, there were times when the Imp couldn't help but be reminded of his time as a circus performer.

Of course, the food, pay, and benefits were greatly different from what he enjoyed now. For even if he had been one of his favorite performers, Cash Buckzo rarely spent a single cent more than he had to on basic necessities.

And his act was designed to help get certain juices flowing instead of inspiring laughter of a more innocent nature.

But the fact remained that is was still his job to entertain people.

Which meant that he occasionally thought of the Imp whose actions ensured that a little orphaned boy went from street urchin to one of the most successful members of their kind.

In the early days, Blitzo had been the type of friend he had always wished for after his parents had been killed during the mad scramble for territory that always occurred after Extermination Day.

He had been funny, kind, and willing to endure multiple lashes of his dad's belt in order to secure him a place as a full-time circus worker.

And during their teenage years, there had been a time when he had been the only one who had encouraged him to audition for a role that revealed that he could take his talents beyond the circus.

And then came the reason for their falling out.

He still wasn't sure which of them have been the bigger fool.

Blitzo for agreeing to take on a job stealing from an Overlord.

Or him for agreeing to accompany him on that ill-fated errand.

The fact remained that at the end of the night, only one of them had been left with the hands they had been born with. And it sure as Hell wasn't him.

And while that was the last time he ever considered Blitzo a friend, it wasn't the end of his trouble.

For without hands, he couldn't do all the tricks that had previously ensured his role as Buckzo's favorite entertainer. Which meant that he was kicked to the curb to spend the rest of his miserable existence trying to make a living by using his sole remaining asset to bring people happiness.

Though only the truly depraved would ever seek out an Imp who had to use the stumps of his arm to support himself while he was either sucking them off or bending over.

Sadly though, Pride was filled with depraved fucks. Which meant that not only did have enough customers to keep himself more or less fed, but he also had to pay 'protection' money to a certain moth shaped Overlord.

However, it was in the midst of performing an act of degradation that he attracted the attention of the personification of Lust himself.

He still didn't really know why Asmodeus had taken a shine to him, but considering the giant rooster treated him with both respect and kindness, especially behind clothes doors, Fizzaroli wasn't one to complain.

Of course there had been a brief adjustment period, for even if he had been outfitted with the finest robotics money could buy he still had to learn how to use them while trying to get back into the swing of being an entertainer.

But Asmodeus was patient. And pretty soon he was raking in more money than he could ever dream.

Not too bad for an orphaned circus performer.

And should he ever see his bastard of an ex again, who last he heard was selling his body to try and fund his assassination business, he wouldn't hesitate to bring his numerous flaws to the public eye.

But for now, he would have to push such thoughts out of his head.

For tonight was another night at Ozzies.

Which meant that Demons of all kinds were waiting for that extra spark to get their freak on.

And he was that spark.

….

Heeeeey everybody.

Apologies for the length of time it took to write/publish this chapter. Stress of school/home life sadly ate up into much of my free time. But back again lol

Anyways, hopefully you enjoyed the first chapter of the Ozzie arc. Been a long time coming, so pleased to have finally reached it.

Anyways to BRIEFLY summarize what has happened in this chapter.

Covers…more or less, the 1st third of the last aired episode of Season 1. Thought it would be good to showcase both Blitzo's and Stolas's viewpoints, before I decided to switch to Fizzaroli. I confess that I hadn't intended to go the route that I did, but the season 2 episode where it shows Blitzo's childhood at the circus…gave me the idea to write something that showed WHY he had a falling out with Fizzaroli. I think that the way I went about it is plausible (i.e. Fizz gets injured on a job with Blitzo…Blitzo's dad kicks him out….etc).

Anyways….appreciate all the support from you guys.

Hopefully I will have another chapter…for either this or my other stories b4 the new year. Will have to see.

As always plz review. No flames.

Til next time.