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It was a day of joyous celebration for all hellborns across the seven rings. Today was the anniversary of Lucifer’s fall, when their home was created. Asmodeus sighed; the sound drowned out by the loud booms of fireworks outside the mansion. He had been searching for Fizzarolli for the past hour. One thing that is never mentioned about having a large home is how damn difficult it is to find anything once it’s lost.
After looking under the last bed in the entire mansion, an idea popped into his mind. He went down to the kitchen, where the sound from outside was the most muffled. If Fizz was anywhere, it was here. Looking into the fifth cabinet, there he was. The jester was covering his ears, curled up beside the baking ingredients, somewhere only a small imp like him could fit.
“Fizzy frog, you know I can’t fit in there with you…” Asmodeus started softly, only to be interrupted by the harsh crack of a firework in the sky. A small whimper came from the silhouette of Fizzarolli. Luckily, Asmodeus was prepared.
“Shh…” Asmodeus soothed, reaching into the cabinet to place a pair of earmuffs on Fizz, muffling the triggering sounds. Fizz felt the muff, feeling the stickers he had decorated them with after Asmodeus had first bought them for him.
“Better?” Asmodeus gently prompted, to which Fizz nodded in response. With a soft smile, Asmodeus gently coaxed him out of the cabinet and brought him to the pantry, the quietest place in the house, where Asmodeus had already prepared a soft nest of pillows, blankets and plushies. Setting Fizz down gently, he tried to wriggle himself into a comfortable position in the cramped pantry, which proved quite difficult for the sin.
Once Asmodeus found a way to sit that wasn’t painful, he reached up and grabbed a candy bar from one of the pantry shelves, knowing Fizz found comfort in sweets. He poked Fizzarolli’s side, “Someone want a BeelzeCrunch?”
Fizz looked up, silently yet eagerly accepting the candy. Tearing open the wrapper, he no longer heard the fireworks outside. Now the only sound he heard was his own chewing, and Asmodeus patted himself on the back.
“Ozzie…?” Fizz began, catching Asmodeus off-guard. In previous episodes, the last thing Fizz wanted to do was talk, but this meant he was coming back to the present, which is all Asmodeus wanted.
“Yes, Fizzy frog?” Asmodeus prompted, not wanting to react overwhelmingly and cause Fizz to go silent once more.
“I want…” he trailed off. Asmodeus prompted once more, trying to keep him from slipping again, “Want what? You can tell me.”
Fizz took a deep breath, “I want a jacket… Please?”
Of course, how could Asmodeus forget? Seeing his own robotic arms must remind Fizz of that day, the day that caused this fear of fireworks in the first place. Without hesitation, Asmodeus took off his coat and put it on Fizz, practically drowning him in the fabric.
“Better?” Asmodeus asked.
Fizzarolli nodded, leaning against Asmodeus. Everything felt less hostile now: the noises muffled, the reminders of his past covered, surrounded by his favorite snacks, scents, blankets, and his favorite person.
“Thank you, Ozzie…” Fizz mumbled; and he meant it. Because now, he knew he could get through this, as long as Asmodeus was here to keep the past away.