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Fizzarolli was sleeping contently in the large bed he currently shared with the Embodiment of Lust, Asmodeus, when he heard something like a whimpering sound. Fizz slowly opened his eyes first in confusion, followed by groggily lifting his head up to see if anything could have accounted for the noise. He tiredly blinked as his eyes adjusted and he scanned the room, noting the tiny bit of daylight poking through the giant curtains and the vanity mirror on the other side of the room barely reflecting his glowing yellow eyes. The sleepy imp’s vision finally settled on the Deadly Sin sleeping with his back to him and with the other’s large cyan mane flowing alongside him.
Could that have been Ozzie? he wondered for a moment before shaking his head. Nah. He mainly purrs and coos. Maybe it was a creak in the bed. I’m quite frankly surprised it hasn’t collapsed from all the use it’s gotten over the years; must be reinforced or something, he remarked with a tiny snort at his joke.
Fizz lowered himself back onto the pillow and snuggled into the blanket as he started to drift asleep, only to feel a few seconds later the giant warm body next to him shift and clinch his muscles tightly.
Huh? The smaller demon sat up again and turned towards his lover. Asmodeus still had his back to him, but Fizz could see how more curled up he seemed than usual. He proceeded to stretch an arm up to Ozzie’s shoulder, feeling not only the other’s soft feathery fur, but just how tense he really was.
Lucifer, something must be up. A nightmare maybe? Fizzarolli guessed as he then gently pushed the chimera to try and nudge him awake.
“Ozzie,” Fizz whispered while continuing the action. “Asmodeus. Big Man. Horny Cock,” the jester-themed performer quietly said in rapid succession, but getting no response. “Hmph?” He then yawned but remained unperturbed as he pulled himself out from under the covers, stood up and tried a little harder on trying to wake his love up.
Instead of waking up however, Fizz was greeted with another low whimpering sound, confirming it was Ozzie he heard earlier. “Shit. Must be a nightmare,” he said out-loud before quickly covering his mouth for it being too loud, but finding the Deadly Sin still sleeping.
He then decided to use his extendable limbs to carefully climb over Asmodeus to the other side. Once he was face to face with Ozzie, Fizz gave a little yelp as he found his leg snagged on the bedsheet and fell over. What the fuck? he internally exclaimed before he looked at his limb and his tongue caught in his throat. With his eyes adjusted now, he saw the silky cover was ripped practically to shreds as was a good portion of the area around him, explaining why his foot got stuck. The cybernetic imp worked to free his metal heel, followed by warily standing up again as Ozzie clawing the bed proved to be the source of this destruction.
Fizz looked at his boyfriend with evident concern at seeing the other’s glowing eyes and mouth scrunched up in fear. His gaze then fell on the chimera’s mane, where the same expression was mirrored on his Ram and Bull heads, although they seemed to be shaking as well as an attempt to dispel the dream.
“Ozzie,” Fizzarolli whispered again as he got next to the large demon’s main face and cupped both cheeks in his mechanical hands. Asmodeus didn’t wake up, but he seemed to at least feel the touches the smaller demon made now as his grip of the bed lessened a little.
Good. Finally, some progress, Fizz internally remarked, looking from the other’s hand back to his pained, frightened expression. He then tried to see if rubbing Ozzie’s cheek and stroking his mane would help ease him further, which it did some as he noticed the Deadly Sin seemed to move his legs out of his ball formation a little.
Okay, okay. I guess there’s one final move I can try that he can’t ignore, the performing imp thought with a mix of hope and determination. He proceeded to lay back down on his side, press his forehead to Ozzie’s and stretched his arms around the other in the best hug he could muster in this position. Fizz then closed his eyes and let out a deep, raspy purr that he was sure his king could feel.
After doing his affectionate display for about 10 seconds, he could feel it working as the larger demon start to relax with his muscles no longer straining. Fizz then could audible hear Asmodeus let out a deep breath that was a little warmer than the imp would have liked when it hit him, but he still kept purring to further ease his love. Once he had been doing this for over a minute, he could sense the other’s heart rate and breathing slow down to a peaceful rhythm.
Finally! Fizz peeked his eyes open to find Ozzie’s expression no longer held fear and suffering, but looked much calmer; he even looked at the Ram and Bull heads to find they were now floating in peace around the main one. Although Fizz was still tired and paused momentarily to stifle a yawn, he resumed his imply ability for as long as he could, ensuring the Deadly Sin’s best chance of clearing the nightmare. I’ve got you Ozzie. Don’t worry, the determined demon lovingly thought as he added a nuzzle into his touch.
As if he could read his thoughts, Asmodeus let a small glowing smile spread on his feathery face, much to the joy of the one who put it there and giving him a little more incentive to continue.
Several hours later
Ozzie found himself slowly opening his eyes halfway before stretching his mouth wide to yawn, then sitting up in bed with his feathers looking slightly ruffled. He stared off in a daze at the far-off wall where his sapphire-blue fainting chair rested, followed by tiredly lying flat on his back again. It was after he put his hands to his face and massaged his temples for a moment that he finally noticed the torn sheets on top of him.
Asmodeus’s glowing eyes went wide with immediate concern as he frantically sat up and turned to his right and found it empty. “Fizz! Fizzy!” he called out as he lifted the red silk fabric and searched underneath in an effort to find the smaller demon; the Goetian king found nothing and although he didn’t see any black stains to indicate Fizzarolli had been hurt, it didn’t ease his worry.
Ozzie quickly got out of bed to begin searching the room when he saw the door to the hallway swing open out of the corner of his eye. From there, he witnessed his precious imp enter the large bedroom, wearing his pink and purple robe and holding his coffee mug that read “Bite Me.”
With a playful smirk on his face, Fizz yelled out, “Well, looks like someone’s awa-” Faster than humanly possible, Asmodeus cleared the distance from where he stood and scooped up Fizzarolli into a hug, not caring that the cup filled with hot liquid spilled. He then peppered the other with kisses all over his head to further show how much Ozzie had been worried and how relieved he was that his love was alright.
Fizz, being caught off-guard but still enjoying the attention, managed to mostly laugh as he tried to inform the giant demon, “I’m fine. I wasn’t gone that long you know.”
Asmodeus finally stopped kissing and nuzzled the cybernetic imp before rapidly lamenting to him, “I just got so worried when I saw the sheets and I couldn’t find you and I’d just never forgive myself if I did something so horrible.”
Fizzarolli patted Ozzie’s cheek, gave him a tender look and let out a tired sigh. “It’s okay. You at least seemed to keep the clawing confined to your side. Whatever was going on in that fluffy head of yours must have been bad because I couldn’t seem to wake you up. I finally managed to reach through to you though and got rid of that shitty dream,” the jester imp told the other with a relieved expression.
Quirking an eyebrow in curiosity, Asmodeus inquired, “How did you accomplish that Fizzy? I vaguely remember feeling something.”
The robed demon then looked a little more embarrassed as he averted his gaze and scratched the back of his neck. With a splash of red on his scarred cheeks, he slowly answered, “I…may have…hugged you and…purred up against your face.”
All of Ozzie’s heads went from “Oh” surprised faces to affectionate ones in the span of a couple seconds, prompting the Deadly Sin to give a more intimate kiss on the smaller one’s lips. They stay connected for only five seconds, but the message of gratitude was well received and Ozzie still said “Thank you” once the kissing stopped.
After a few seconds of just smiling and staring at each other, Fizz then gave a small cough and hesitantly asked with a touch of concern, “So, uh, do you want to talk about what you saw or this is something better left unsaid?”
Asmodeus’s face fell as the Ram and Bull heads exchanged worried expression of uncertainty. The Ruler of Lust now looked away as he debated internally over the right decision, allowing a brief silence to fill the air.
“You don’t have to tell if it’s too personal. I know there’s stuff that I’m probably not privy to since I’m not royalty and all,” Fizzarolli spoke up, wishing he hadn’t brought it up if it was going to be such a problem.
“No. You deserve to know…in case it happens again,” Ozzie quietly but firmly responded, making the smaller demon appear visibly shocked and curious.
The Deadly Sin then gazed back at his love and gave a small smile before holding the other in his left hand, followed by bending down and using his free right one to trace a finger around the spilled coffee. Everything inside the circle he drew glowed red and once it faded away, it revealed the stain was gone. He then grabbed Fizz’s mug and handed the small item over to him. “Here. We’ll get you some more afterwards,” Ozzie softly said as he stood up straight again and walked back to their bed. He proceeded to sit down on the giant mattress, letting it sink with his weight before he rested his boyfriend on his lap and started scratching his back.
Asmodeus let out a long, tired sigh and slumped his shoulders a little as he began with, “I know you know me as ‘Ozzie’ today, but there was once a different time and place where I used another, one unbefitting for Hell.”
Fizz cocked his head and stared at the large demon with his mouth slightly agape, clearly already invested in the story.
“My siblings and I were all from there. It was bright, beautiful and everything held in a pure radiant energy that sad to say, I probably couldn’t stand to be anywhere near it now in my current state,” Ozzie continued with a small pained smile at the end. “We all thought we were special, bestowed with great purpose that we immediately took to heart as our sworn reason for existing and to which we followed diligently; or we did at least, until the first humans came to be.”
The jester-themed imp got wide-eyed as he rapidly asked, “Humans?! You were there for the creation of humans?!”
Asmodeus slowly nodded in confirmation, mystifying Fizz as he stated, “Really? Wow.” He then smirked and added, “You are old.”
Ozzie, despite the interruption to his solemn moment, looked at Fizz and let a small, amused smile cross his face as he shook his head, causing his top feathers to lightly swish. “Anyway, with this new creation, we all started to feel and think things we’d never considered before: Want, anger…lust,” Ozzie listed with a little wink and a more sultrily tone ion the last one, making Fizz give a little shiver at the other’s seductive voice.
The Embodiment of Lust now smirked as he followed up with, “Well, suffice it to say but these notions did not go unnoticed by our Creator and were seen as failings on our part; this made Lucifer argue with the valid point that if we were failures to them, then shouldn’t it mean they were to blame? It was blasphemy of course and Luci even doubled down by claiming the humans were full of these thoughts too despite being told they were perfect.” He then gave a small laugh and added, “Lucifer certainly seemed taken to the first woman Lilith, as was I, so I guess we can both testify to the accuracy of that statement.”
Ozzie avoided the gaze of the cybernetic imp’s as he approached the end of his tale. “For our so-called transgressions of having ideas, seeking those new feelings and us being adamant that our Creator was the one at fault, we all were cast out and left to fall into the primordial depths of Hell.” With another saddened, pained look from all three heads, the chimera used his free hand to grab his own shoulder. “I used to have wings you know. Big, golden and beautiful,” he wistfully stated as he absentmindedly rubbed the part in his grip, remembering the sensation he knew would never return. “They were literally our saving grace as we fell, but at the cost of every little feather, blood and bone in them being stripped off piece by piece.”
The Goetian king now clenched his clawed hand on his shoulder at the phantom pain for a moment or two before finally relaxing and removing it. He sighed sadly before putting on a genuine smile and scratched under Fizz’s chin, who still stared at the larger demon with unblinking intensity. “So, once our new purpose was set as Deadly Sins, we vowed to spread our values to the humans that apparently mean so much more to our Creator than us, forcing them to deny their precious creations entrance to so called “Paradise.” With a smirk of satisfaction, Ozzie finished with, “And that’s been our lives from then on to the unforeseen future as countless years of indulgence lead to the demon royalty you know today, both in looks and personality.” He proceeded to give his lovely cyan mane a nice swish for emphasis. “But I must say that I’ve been much happier here in Hell where I know I get to give pleasure as much as I receive it myself; this life certainly has brought me such wonderful things and experiences I would never trade for all the said purity in the stars above.” Asmodeus now smiled with affection as he continued to stroke the jester imp, growing worried when he realized that the other hadn’t spoken for a while.
He proceeded to pause and look at Fizz, who’s face held the sort of blank, wide-eyed expression someone gets when trying to process a lot of important information all at once. “Sweetie, did I lose you somewhere? Oh Lucifer, I broke you, didn’t I? I’m so sorry if it was too much,” the chimera rapidly spouted with a tone of concern.
Fizz didn’t answer right away as he still seemed stunned, but eventually he managed a quiet “No.” The smaller demon then shook his head to clear his thoughts, followed by fidgeting with his mechanical fingers before he gave a nervous laugh and slowly questioned, “So uh, when you say “Creator,” do you mean…”
“God? Yes,” Ozzie simply answered with a nod.
“Uh-huh,” Fizzarolli slowly replied as he was still reeling from everything, followed by hazarding a guess as to what troubled the Deadly Sin in his sleep. “So, you were reliving that fall from Heaven, weren’t ya?”
All three heads shared a somber expression as his main one softly said, “Yes.”
“And you’ve been having this same nightmare for thousands of years?” Fizz asked in disbelief as he quirked an eyebrow.
The cybernetic imp only received a sad, tired look from the three pairs of glowing eyes, but it was clear what the answer was. “Fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkk,” Fizz groaned as he rolled his head back, taking the Goetian king by surprise as he tilted his own head at the display. “That just sucks more than an early climax,” the jester demon remarked with sympathy and a touch of empathy evident on his scared face.
Unable to suppress a small smile at the other’s comparison, Ozzie replied, “It does, but they fortunately have gotten less frequent as time’s gone by, sometimes even years apart, but now you see some of the results for when it does return.” He nodded towards the torn sheets on his left, admittedly feeling ashamed his boyfriend had to witness such an event and making him lower his fluffy head at the thought that Fizz could have been hurt by his hand. Asmodeus then felt a familiar metal hand on his cheek again, turning his gaze to the demon on his lap.
“If you’re worrying about me right now, it’s okay. I’m fine…relatively speaking since you just gave me a LOT to sort through that we will definitely need to circle back to, and don’t even get me started with the whole angels and demons shit because damn,” the stretchy-limbed imp informed the other calmly before it spiraled into a borderline panic attack.
He then focused again with a deep breath and said with determination, “Anyway for now though, I’m tough, I can handle myself and look on the bright side: With me here, I can make those nightmares go away.” Fizz proceeded to lean on Ozzie’s fluffy chest and gave an emphatic purr as a demonstration, causing a fond grin to cross the Deadly Sin’s indigo face.
With a low rumble of a purr from himself, Ozzie slyly replied, “My my, such a splendid arrangement. How could I possible refuse?” He followed up his statement with a kiss on his love’s head before he bore a more serious expression. “I know we’ll talk more about it later Fizzy, but I trust that you’ll have the tactfulness to not mention what I told you to anyone; there’s a reason it’s not common knowledge,” Asmodeus warned as he held the smaller demon closer as if to protect him from some attack.
The robe-wearing imp stopped purring for a moment as he looked up at the Ruler of Lust before warily responding, “Of course, yeah.”
Ozzie gave another kiss to the top of the jester’s cap and stroked his cheek again, followed by softly telling the other, “Thank you Fizz.” Hearing that, Fizz resumed his vibrating sounds of happiness until he felt himself being lifted up as Ozzie slid off the bed.
“Now come on. Let’s go get something to eat. I think you deserve an extra special treat for all your hard work this morning,” the chimera cooed as he walked over to the fainting chair to fetch his robe.
Fizzarolli wagged his tail now in excitement as he hopped out of the other’s arm to allow him to get dressed. “Ooo, you going to make me a special breakfast while you give me a show?” he playfully inquired with a teasing smile.
Asmodeus gave a faux thoughtful hum as he put a finger to his beak. “I don’t know. How about we go downstairs and find out?” he seductively replied with a wink.
With that barely veiled hint, the ecstatic imp climbed back onto his lover and snuggled into his favorite spot along the king’s neck. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” he remarked as he received some nuzzling.
The duo then made their way to the kitchen, knowing that although some old wounds and secrets had come to light, they could deal with them after they showered one another with appreciation for the other’s loving actions.