Helluva Duo (Blitzo x Fizzarolli Fanfiction AU) |

Requiem Of A Family

Warning: Physical Abuse. Please skip this chapter if you are uncomfortable.

Buckzo's Circus, the once-hidden gem of the Pride Ring, had now found itself in the glaring spotlight of Hell's attention. As the news of its incredible performances and unique acts spread, it attracted not only admiration but also an unsettling storm of controversy.

Whispers in the dark corners of Hell's taverns and alleyways grew louder, and soon, the rumors began to circulate. Many were troubled by the sight of Blitzo, Barbie, and Fizzarolli, mere children, performing acts of daring and acrobatics under the circus tent. Their ages, all under the tender age of ten, struck a chord of concern and disbelief among the demons and sinners alike.

The debate raged on, with some questioning the circus's ethics, the well-being of the young performers, and whether it was right for them to be risking their safety in the name of entertainment. It wasn't just the perilous stunts that drew criticism; it was the fact that these children were not being paid for their hard work.

The paparazzi, always eager to exploit the darker side of Hell's stories, descended upon the circus, their camera flashes piercing through the crimson skies. Cash Buckzo, known for his grandeur and flamboyance, attempted to address their concerns.

In one interview, he stood on the circus grounds, surrounded by reporters and flashing cameras. A forced smile was plastered on his face as he tried to exude confidence.

"The children in our circus are highly trained," he declared, his voice trembling slightly beneath his confident veneer. "They know what they're doing, and their safety is our utmost priority."

However, his words fell on skeptical ears. The concerns of the public were not so easily assuaged. The image of these young performers risking life and limb under the circus tent was a disturbing one, and the questions regarding child labor and exploitation continued to swirl.

As the media scrutiny intensified, so did the rift between Cash Buckzo and his wife, Tilla, who had been fiercely protective of their son, Blitzo. The once-thriving circus now found itself teetering on the precipice of chaos, and the reputation that Buckzo had worked so hard to build was slowly eroding. The shadow of controversy had cast a long, ominous cloud over Buckzo's Circus, threatening to change its fate.

As Cash Buckzo sat in his cluttered office, the silence was broken by the rustling of a newspaper. He had been keeping tabs on the headlines about his circus, but today's headline was far from promising. Frustration welled up inside him as he read the words aloud, his voice heavy with anger.

"The damn media's at it again," he muttered bitterly, his claws tearing into the newspaper. "Controversy surrounds Buckzo's Circus. These fucking idiots have no idea what they're talking about."

Cash's rage bubbled, and he cast the shredded newspaper aside, his breathing heavy and labored. His frustration was reaching a breaking point.

It was at that very moment that Tilla entered his office. Her presence was usually a source of comfort, but today, she brought an issue that Cash was not in the mood to address. As she began to speak about Blitzo once more, Cash's anger erupted like a volcano.

"Enough!" he bellowed, his voice thundering through the room. "Get the hell out of my office, Bitch! I don't want to hear it!"

Tilla, undeterred by her husband's outburst, took a step closer, her eyes filled with a desperate sadness. "Cash, what's happened to you? When you first started this circus, your eyes were filled with ambition and dreams for the future. You always put your family first. Now, all you care about is your reputation and how much money is in your pocket."

Cash's face twisted with anger. "I got realistic, Tilla. Dreams are just a waste of time."

Tilla shook her head, her voice cracking with emotion. "No, Cash, you got greedy and selfish. This isn't the man I married all those years ago."

Without another word, Tilla turned and walked out of the office. She retreated to her dressing room, where she allowed herself to cry for the man her husband had become and the pain he was causing their family.

In the midst of the circus, Blitzo heard his mother's sobs and couldn't bear the thought of her in pain. He approached her dressing room and gently knocked on the door. "Mom, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"

Tilla tried to put on a brave face, her voice quivering. "It's nothing, Blitzo. The circus's reputation has been bad lately, and it's been stressful."

Blitzo was aware of the news surrounding the circus and how he was somehow involved. He felt a heavy burden of responsibility and guilt for his mother's pain.

Tilla continued, "Your father is sad too. We had a little argument, but it's not something you should worry about."

Blitzo couldn't ignore his mother's distress. He was determined to mend things between his parents and try to make amends for the trouble he believed he had caused. With a resolute heart, he decided to seek out his father and attempt to apologize for whatever had transpired between them.

So the young imp steeled himself to approach his father. The dimly lit, cluttered office was filled with an ominous silence as the young imp took tentative steps closer to his father's desk.

His heart pounded with a mix of dread and hope. Trembling legs barely supported him as he stammered, "Dad, I... I'm really sorry for making Mom cry."

Cash Buckzo's face, already twisted with anger and frustration from the circus's plummeting reputation, contorted further with a deep-seated wrath. He didn't hold back; the floodgates of his anger burst open.

"You little shit!" he roared, his voice echoing through the cramped office. "Always causing trouble! This is your fault, you know? You and your circus dreams! You make my life a living hell!"

Blitzo's heart sank as his father's words pierced his tender soul like daggers. He was no stranger to his father's cruelty, but the venom in these words cut deeper than ever before. The weight of his father's fury bore down upon him, his small frame trembling under the emotional onslaught. Though, it was only going to get worse. A hard slap to the face made Blitzo fall to the floor. His head hit the hard ground, and the world around him spun.

Cash's foot came down hard on Blitzo's back, pinning him to the ground. The young imp's body wracked with sobs, his eyes stinging with tears. His father's rage was unrelenting.

In the heat of the moment, Cash's foot slammed into Blitzo's chest, knocking the wind out of him. Cash's claws wrapped around the young imp's neck, squeezing hard as he hissed, "If you weren't here, my circus would be doing so much better!"

He lifted Blitzo and flung him across the room, the young imp's body colliding with the wall. He slumped to the ground, his body battered and bruised.

Blitzo lay motionless on the floor, his mind reeling from his father's outburst. The physical pain was only a fraction of the emotional anguish he felt. It was as if a part of him had died, a void that would never be filled.

Unable to endure any more, Blitzo, though deeply injured, quickly fled the room. The excruciating pain, both physical and emotional, overwhelmed him. He desperately needed the warmth and comfort of his mother's embrace in this moment of turmoil.

Meanwhile, Cash Buckzo felt no remorse whatsoever. He stormed off back into his office, leaving destruction in his wake. His beloved circus, once a thriving dream, was now in shambles, and he was losing control over the very thing he had built from the ground up. His anger had blinded him to the pain he had inflicted upon his own family.

Cash was spiraling into a darkness of his own creation, a place where dreams had become burdens, and the ties of family were slowly unraveling in the face of relentless ambition and greed.