The Hidden Tears of the Clown Girl

The show

Male Reader: Sinful demon who can move beyond the pentagram city. He doesn't have a specific appearance, I only know that he is slender and of average height.

Many years have passed since I've been in hell. I've stopped counting them by now.

When you end up in this cesspool of filth, luck will decide your fate. Because your form will determine your strength.

I've been fortunate, but it depends on the perspective.

I've walked through this sewer far and wide and had to kill anyone who stood in my way to survive.

Sometimes, though, I thought maybe it would have been better if I were dead.

The more time passes, the lonelier I feel.

Hell is different from how the Bible led us to imagine it.

No lava, no fire. Just us, human monsters.

For some reason, though, I'm different from the others.

Sinful demons, once human, cannot leave the circle of pride, but I can.

Since I discovered it, I've been traveling far and wide through the various circles in search of something.

Something beautiful, worth living amidst this filth.

The circle of avarice is quieter than Pentagram City, but it's really dirty.

Its sun is green, and it's quite strange. Not exactly the place I'd want to live, but I have to say it's very quiet, at least on the main streets. All the demons look at me strangely, and who can blame them. No human sinner could enter here, but it's not a problem. They tend to stay away. They know that human demons are usually more dangerous than those born in hell.

As I walk around, I see posters here and there. There's talk of a show a few miles away from here. I don't have much interesting to do, so I head towards the location. I miss, after all, the times when I could attend dances or concerts when I was still alive.

I arrive at the venue, and the number of people is truly impressive. Almost all of them are imps, but there are also other demons scattered around. My attention is drawn in particular to an imp dressed as a clown, escorted by another imp and a rather tall demon. The audience greets and celebrates him as if he were a deity, but I have no idea who he is. I turn around and ask an imp near me, "Hey, excuse me. Can you tell me who he is?"

The imp girl next to me, peering through her glasses, squints her eyes in surprise. "What, who is he? It's Fizzaroli, of course!! Aren't you here for that too!?"

I smile at the girl and step away slowly. I probably shouldn't have asked. I don't know this Fizzaroli, but he's probably one of the stars of the evening, and probably not the only one. As I walk, I look around, and among the imps, all very similar to each other, I spot two figures that stand out. They are two tall and slender girls. Their skin is very light green, almost white, and they are made up and dressed like two clown girls. They smile and greet the audience around them with a certain confidence, almost boldly, I would say. They are probably singers or dancers. In any case, I'll find out soon enough. I make my way through the crowd, but the anticipation and the bottleneck that has formed to enter the magnificent theater in front of my eyes annoys me.

I concentrate for a moment and instantly become invisible. Now no one can see me. I look around for something to hold onto, and lo and behold, there's a railing right in front of me, about 10 meters off the ground. I crouch to take a leap, do it quickly to avoid being crushed by the crowd, and with a quick jump, I catapult myself upwards. I grab the grate and pull myself up relatively easily, and the reward for my efforts soon becomes apparent, as I have a great view of the stage. From here, I can easily watch the entire show without any effort. Furthermore, thanks to my senses, I'll have no problem enjoying both the view and the sound despite the distance. I sit down and make myself comfortable, even though the floor is a bit uncomfortable.