"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
[EDIT: I remembered a pic I started drawing like 11 months ago for this chap, so I finished it and added it here 👍]
Blitza and Fizzarollia walked together, holding hands, while Fizz's other hand held the leash of her favourite dog Precious. They couldn't believe they'd become besties again after 15 years of hating each other... just because of a lie told by Cash Buckzo.
"If I ever run into the old man, he's gonna pay for lying to us." Blitza vowed. "I always knew he didn't like me, but this shit is seriously going too far."
"I'd happily give you his location, but I don't know where he is." Fizz shrugged. "I cut contact with him after I left him to go work for Mammon."
"Speaking of Mammon, you know that clown pageant he throws every year? I never watch it 'cuz I'm not a clown anymore, I quit that job to be an assassin instead. But are you gonna be in it again this year?"
"Yeah! Of course! I've won 10 years straight, and this'll be my 11th win." Fizz proudly lifted her chin.
"10 years straight? That's tight." Blitza praised. "You've idolized Mammon since you were 12. Is he everything he's cracked up to be?"
"Wellllllll... not really." Fizzarollia admitted.
Blitza raised an eyebrow.
"Sometimes he's really harsh on me and his other clown employees." Fizz confessed. "But, you know, what boss doesn't push his employees to their limits?"
"I don't push my employees to their limits." Blitza said.
"Uh, anyway!" Fizz quickly changed the subject. "Tell me about the Immediate Murder Professionals!"
Blitza suspected Mammon was probably being abusive to Fizz. But she allowed her friend to change the subject.
They spent the rest of their walk yapping about everything they'd been up to since the circus burned down. Blitza talked about how she'd started the Immediate Murder Professionals, dated Verosika Mayday, adopted a hellhound called Lunar, and she fucks Princess Starla on full moons. Fizz talked about how she'd become a famous jester working for Mammon, started working for Asmodeus as well, started dating Asmodeus, then gotten married to the Sin of Lust in secret.
Once they returned to Asmodeus's palace, Fizz gave Blitza a dog treat and told her to feed it to Precious.
"I don't have any dogs at home." Blitza told her. "Except Lunar of course, but he's my son, not my pet. My apartment allows pets, but they're such a hassle for me."
She knelt down and fed the dog treat to Precious, making the albino puppy lick her hand happily.
"Hah, I remember how you used to beg my mom and dad to let you have a pet." Blitza said.
"They never said yes, 'cuz having a pet is hard when you live in a travelling circus." Fizz recalled. "But I have a whole pack of dogs now."
"Hey, you know what I wanna do?" Blitza grinned excitedly. "Let's do some hairstyling! Your hair could sure use a little curl."
"Oh, I... I don't know." Fizz bit her lip as she gently shooed Precious away.
Hairstyling means I have to take off my hat and show off my broken horns.
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Blitza insisted, dashing upstairs to Fizz's bedroom to get something. She returned to the living room, carrying a curling iron and bottle of hairspray.
"Heh heh... remember that one time you cut my hair and it looked awful?" Fizz asked. "Cash was furious with you, and even Tilla was angry you did that to me. I had to wear a wig until it grew back properly. Maybe we shouldn't—"
Blitza rolled her eyes. "I was 9 back then! I've learned how to wield a pair of scissors. I've cut my own hair a few times and it turned out okay."
Blitza plugged in the curling iron and got the hairspray bottle ready.
"Take your hat off!" Blitza urged. "Why do you always wear that thing anyway? You're not performing right now."
Fizz was tempted to keep arguing until Blitza gave up. But then she realized there's no point in hiding her horns. Now that she and Blitza are friends again, she shouldn't even be ashamed.
"Well... okay."
The curling iron clattered to the floor, sizzling on the tile, when Blitza saw what resided underneath Fizz's hat. Fizz's hair was healthy and perfect, but her horns were broken jaggedly. The left one had 3 white lines, while the right had 2 white lines.
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She was about to ask what happened, but then she remembered the circus fire. She knew Fizz had to get her arms and legs amputated after she'd taken the brunt of the firework explosion, but she hadn't known about this.
Blitza couldn't believe she was the reason her best friend had gotten her horns broken. Horns were very important to imps, and losing even 1 of your horns made imps extremely upset and self-conscious. Getting both horns broken (even if they weren't completely gone) was just about the worst thing that could happen to an imp.
"Hey, it's okay!" Fizz began when she saw the tears in Blitza's eyes. "I—"
Blitza hugged her tightly, burying her face in Fizz's neck.
"I'm so sorry!" She sobbed. "I never meant for this to happen! I should've... I should've been there! I'd never hurt you on purpose, you know I'd never do that shit!"
"I know, Blitza..."
"I've played that scene in my head a billion times. If I'd been able to find you that night, I would've stayed and helped you. But everyone was running around and there was smoke everywhere and I couldn't find you... fuck, I am so sorry." Blitza lamented with her face still buried in Fizz's hair. "I want to fix things."
"You can't, really." Fizz shrugged. "People stared at me, took pity on me, infantilized me. But I've learned to make peace with the horns I have."
Blitza pulled away to meet Fizz's eyes. "You... you are so wild and so fierce. And so fucking beautiful. With or without horns, broken or whole, you're the exact same as I remember from when we were kids." She smiled weakly. "I don't deserve a 2nd chance but if you'll be nice enough to give me one, I promise to make up for every stupid mistake I ever made."
Fizz was quiet as Blitza kept hugging her. Sometimes she did feel like a freak for having broken horns, despite reassurances from Asmodeus and several other people that being crippled doesn't make you "ugly" or a "freak". Sometimes she hated Blitza for accidentally causing the fire, but she'd promised herself she wouldn't hate Blitza anymore now that she knew the whole story of what went down that night.
Fizz gently pulled herself out of the hug. She picked up the curling iron and gave it to Blitza. "Maybe don't touch what's left of my horns. But you can still curl my hair. Try not to have it looking like a lopsided mess like you did when we were 9."
Blitza laughed as she wiped her wrist over her eyes. "I'll try my best."
