Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

The Big Concert

In the anticipation of Mammon's concert, Fizzarolli perched on Blitzo's lap, eyeliner brush in hand, trying to create the perfect look for the occasion. However, Blitzo was a bundle of nerves, fidgeting uncontrollably.

Fizzarolli couldn't help but chuckle at his friend's restlessness. "Blitzo, please, you've got to keep still."

Blitzo, a mix of excitement and nervous energy, protested, "Fizz, I can't help it! This concert is a big deal!"

With a playful glint in his eye, Fizzarolli leaned closer and lowered his voice suggestively. "You know, if you can't be still, I might just have to distract you in another way."

Blitzo's eyes widened, and he stilled immediately, sensing Fizz's intentions. "You wouldn't dare."

Fizzarolli grinned, their faces inching closer together. "Oh, I absolutely would."

Blitzo sighed in surrender, knowing the threat was not an empty one. He sat as still as he possibly could while Fizzarolli completed his makeup. Fizz leaned back with a sense of accomplishment when he was finished, and Blitzo was more than ready for the concert.

With makeup sorted, the trio, which included their chaperone Barbie, headed for the station with a massive elevator leading to the Greed Ring. The rings in Hell were stacked one on top of the other, and the elevator was their ticket to the concert venue.

Barbie, who was not thrilled about her appointed chaperone role, made her complaints known. "I still can't believe I have to babysit you two, and I prefer pop music anyway."

Blitzo, with his newfound passion for Mammon, couldn't let the comment slide. "Pop? Seriously, Barbie? Mammon's fucking awesome!"

The banter between the siblings continued as they headed to the elevator, eager to embark on their journey to the eagerly anticipated concert.

They finally arrived in the Greed Ring, a bustling place filled with gaudy tourist attractions, all seemingly designed to siphon every last soul from your pocket. In Hell, currency was measured in souls, and these soul dollars bore the face of the one and only Mammon.

Barbie was not one to let her guard down, and she emphasized the need for caution. "Stay close, you two. This is the most dangerous ring in Hell. Turf wars, mafia groups, not to mention the pollution in the air and water. It's a real shithole."

Thankfully, Barbie had come prepared. She pulled out a bottle of water and held it up. "I've got bottled water just in case."

Blitzo, curiosity getting the better of him, asked, "Barbie, how do you know so much about the Greed Ring?"

Barbie shrugged, her expression matter-of-fact. "I used to date a guy who lived here before he and his parents moved to the Pride Ring. He told me all about it. Plus, I did some research."

Blitzo, fascinated by the extent of her knowledge, couldn't help but wonder about the practicalities. "And why are you our chaperone today?"

Barbie grinned, mischief in her eyes. "Well, Mom said she'd pay me if I did a good job keeping you two safe."

Their conversation was interrupted by Fizzarolli, who spotted the stadium in the distance where Mammon's concert was to be held. Excitement bubbled up once again, but now there was a logistical issue to contend with.

Fizz suggested, "How about we take the bus there? It'll be quicker."

Barbie, ever the pragmatist, shot down the idea. "No way, Fizz. Buses charge a fortune to get on and off here. We're walking."

Blitzo and Fizz let out simultaneous groans, their excitement briefly dampened by the prospect of a long walk. Barbie wasn't about to let them off easily, reminding them of their own enthusiasm. "Hey, don't start bitching, you're the ones who wanted to see Mammon in the first place."