The Impish Heart

Bittersweet Memories (Fizz/Blitzo)

"This was a bad ideas" Blitzo thought. Suddenly feeling trapped  as blue and  green electricity dances around him. Fizzorolli zeroed in on him and his date.  The boss imp could feel the hot angry bile rising in his chest. 
Tinging the back of his throat with an awful acidic taste. Locking eyes with the sporadic jester.  The Boss imp sits on a stack of piled book gritting his teeth as blue fire: crackles around joined by the flashes of blinding light.  Blitzo felt the prickle of panic as his eyes darted around the room looking for the nearest exit. 

A faded photograph of two implings dancing around like Abbot and Castello  fluttered to the floor in between the two. Blitzo stilled,  his eyes  winded in horror as he dove forward. 
Fizzorolli stood silent as stone his eyes transfixed  on the faded picture, his breath hitched in his chest. 

A moment in time frozen forever behind the childish glamor of youth. Fizzorolli stared down numbly, cocking his head to the side.... The thought of seeing Blitzo again was like something out of a Lucid dream.  A fleeting memory of a bittersweet romance: filled with broken promises. 
Here he was crawling on his hand and knees before him: a Harlequin by name an assassin by trade a childhood friend

The last time he saw his beloved Harlequin  was when they were both carted off to the hospital: his eyes throbbing through the bleeding red and blue lights of the ambulance. 

The ire in the ringleader's face as Cash jerked the ambulance door open disappearing from view.   Blitzo's  cries spilled out of the ambulance as Cash began hitting him.  "You better pray to Lucifer that Fizz pulls through this!" he snarls down at his son.

But it wasn't his fault, it was Fizz's idea.  

"BlitzO, is that you I see, and who is that with you!" sneers the clown getting jealous,  Stolas looks around, eyes unmistakably wide and flustered. He wasn't prepared for this. "This can't be!, my little Harlequin has moved on without me!   After everything I did for that little brat!. 

A look of pure outrage flashes over Fizzorolli's face as he  reaches up catching Blitzo's ankle in midair  before propelling him through the air. Blitzo screamed landing with a bone-crunching thud as his back smacks into a stone wall,  knocking the wind from his lungs.  The scarlet devil groaned as he took in a sharp, painful breath while trying to peel himself away from the wall. 

Blitzo ambles forward, his vision blurring as his head slumps to the side. All eyes were on him  as his body crumbles to the floor. Fizzorolli  stood over him, his fiery green eyes snapping with malice as  he sneers at Blitzo. 

This was all a mistake:  A grievance error on his part, now he was regretting ever making that brash phone call. He should've just gone home when he had the chance. 
The Boss imp could see it now, it was laid out before him in black and white, he just didn't want to acknowledge it. 

Blitzo moans slowly coming around hearing quiet snips from the sin of Lust. As Ausmodeous cornered Prince Stolas, all Blitzo could hear was the hushed murmurs as Eros was called, forcibly removing the prince. But as the Bouncer looked around for the crimson imp, Blitzo was nowhere to be seen.

"Leave him, Fizzorolli has plans for him" Ausmodeous instructed as the lust demon skims the room. Eros gives a curt nod before escorting the flustered prince out of the House of Asmodeus 
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Back behind closed curtains Fizz pauses looming over Blitzo his eyes locked on an old photograph that refuses to stay put, it flutters out from the holey pockets of Blitzo's jacket once again. 

The Boss imp looks up, his eyes burning bright as he scurries to catch the discolored photograph only to be slammed back down. Fizzorolli held him by the scruff of his jacket: his eyes  burning in a jealous rage.  Laughing as he tosses the Boss imp aside  and snatches the discarded photograph up.