Thanks to Blitzo

Mammons rehearsal

Months went by excruciatingly slow, but Ozzie stuck around throughout the whole journey. Enough time has passed for my scars to heal into a thick white, the color on my horns began to fade, and I finally learned how to use my new enhancements. Mammons clown pageant is around the horizon, and Ozzie graciously offered to help me practice. The clock on the wall ticked, as the nurse signed my discharge papers. I've been in the hospital months, healing and gaining back my mobility. I changed out of the hospital gown I've resided in for so long. I wanted to run out of the hospital and yell at the world, let it know that Fizzarolli has not lost his spark. He's still a force to be reckoned with, and he's just getting started. He walked out of the hospital with Ozzie and got into the limo he acquired. Finally able to speak, but very shakily, as my voice was still healing, I said, "thank you for offering to help me. You've been so kind with sticking around throughout my recovery. You're the only one who visited, I feel I'd go crazy without your company." I looked up at Ozzie. His eyes gleamed like two emeralds. His smile as warm as the inferno that is the pride ring. He replied, "of course, Fizzarolli. Mammon says such good things about you, and how talented of a performer you are. It would be a shame to end your career so early. With how persistent you are, I can tell you're a true leader, and I'm excited to see more from you." I blushed and hid my face. After a long drive, we arrived at his palace. Before getting out of the car I said, "I've never actually been to the lust ring before. I'm a bit nervous, considering I encountered creeps even in my own ring. These are just thirstier ones." He laughed and looked at me, "oh don't worry, I'll make sure you're well ensured. You won't have to worry about anything." We got out of the car, him getting out first and offering me his hand to step out. We walked into the palace, and it was a beautiful display. Large, and colorful. Succubus were flying from every corner, the walls lined with portraits and statues. "I feel under dressed." I giggled. "Oh trust me, you're perfectly fit." He said. We made our way into his room as he got out different equipment for me to practice with. Unicycles, bowling pins and balls for juggling, hula hoops, etc. I stood on the big red ball and put one of my legs in the air. Each hand and foot holding a stand which plates were propped on top of. Practicing holding my balance. Then, we moved onto my juggling routine. Juggling has always been my favorite. I used to get intimidated arguments with Blitzo about it, I think juggling is cool. He only thinks it's a little cool at best. I took the bowling pins and did different tricks while increasing the amount. We practiced for hours, with lots of success and a handful of failure as well. "I think you're ready." Smiled Ozzie. He froze. "Wait, I almost forgot!" He ran out of the room while I stayed put, confused. He returned shortly after with a hat. Thick striped jester hat in the shape of my horns before they were burnt, with bells hanging off the bottom. "Mammon sent me what he wants you to wear for his clown pageant. I think he's rooting for you." He smiled. He helped me put on the hat as I shook it around. My broken horns are an insecurity of mine, so this hat was perfect. It even covers up the mark on my forehead from the Buckzo circus. I want to leave every bit of Blitzos memory and name behind. I refuse to be associated with him any longer. This is my way out. This is my revenge.