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To say things were tense between Sasha and Samson was… An understatement.
It all started that night when Samson didn’t return home after leaving with their king. At least not until noon the next day. He barely stepped through the door when his sister blew up with worry.
"Holy shit, Sam! Where the hell have you been!? What happened!? Are you okay!?"
"I'm fine, Sash."
"Well, what the fuck!? I was waiting for you all night! What did you two do? I didn't see anything about you online!"
The incubus merely glanced at her and he walked by, "Oh, you know... Things."
"Things?"
"Uh-huh."
Sasha narrowed her eyes, "What things exactly?"
There wasn't a response—at least, not a verbal one. Samson merely caught her suspicious gaze. And his eyes said everything.
"You did not!!"
"We did."
"Samson, what the fuck!? I told you to wait until I gave the go-ahead!"
"Yeah, well, I got tired of waiting," The incubus retorted as he retreated to his room.
"Hold on, don't you turn your back on me, Sam! Do you even understand what you just did?!"
"I got fucked by our king. I'd say I understand pretty well."
"You dumbass, you threw away your chance! Now Ozzie's done with you! He'll never name you as his new Favorite!"
"You're acting like that's a bad thing."
"Uh, hello!? Who wouldn't want to be Ozzie's Favorite!?"
Samson didn't respond. He only entered his room, leaving his shrieking sister alone in the middle of their apartment. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the note left behind by Asmdoeus. He read it over again before setting it on his dresser.
From that day on, it was like walking on thin ice. Depending on the day, Sasha either gave him the silent treatment or passive-aggressive jabs. And when her focus wasn’t on Samson, it was on Fizzarolli. Despite everything, the jester seemed to have moved on and back to enjoying his fabulous life. He was out and about in public more often. There were even reports that he was flirting with fans.
And the obvious wasn't hard to miss.
Speculations and theories thrived. Neither had been seen together in so long. It had to mean something.
Except the Lust King was nowhere to be seen. Unlike Fizzarolli, his public appearances ceased, only ever being seen in the VIP balcony of his club. But only when the jester was on stage. The rest of the night, his balcony appeared empty.
How did Samson know all this? Because it was all Sasha ever talked about when she wasn’t pissed at him. And from her ramblings, it was clear what she was anticipating. The famous Lust pair hadn't been seen together. So of course there still had to be a chance for Samson. That was her logic, at least. And the more she obsessed over it, the more obvious it became that her intentions weren’t as she claimed. She didn’t plot her little plan with Samson in mind. No. It was all about Fizzarolli. And getting the jester out of the picture.
"That fucking asshole is out again. Ozzie is bound to call you up any day now!"
"Ugh, why hasn't Ozzie reached out? He and Fizz aren't even together anymore!"
"Pompous, smug, entitled joke of a clown... Out acting like nothing's wrong. I know he's tearing up inside. He'll crack eventually."
"Ozzie, your new Favorite is waiting~ Just call already!"
"I can see it now. Fizzarolli breaking down in public, begging Ozzie to take him back. Ha! What a pathetic little jester he'd be!"
It made him worry, of course. Mainly for Sasha’s well-being. He doubted her refusal to move on from the past was healthy. But there was only so much he could do for her. And frankly, her hostility was starting to get on his nerves. Enough to make him start considering moving out.
Surely not wanting to live with constant tension wasn't too much to ask.
In the meantime, all Samson could do was hope his sister eventually get over it and focus on herself instead.
And get out of the apartment when he could. All the complaining to his co-workers and friends led to more outings than before. An attempt to help him get some stress relief. Which he was thankful for, of course. But even he knew it couldn’t go on forever. He could only vent to the others for so long before they got annoyed with him for not doing anything about it.
And then Fizzarolli’s birthday came around.
He knew the past few years she preferred to do anything else than think about Fizzarolli. But he had an inkling this year would be different. Coupled with her recent behavior, Samson couldn’t take it anymore. One way or another, he was going to move out. And apparently, it warranted a little celebration by his friends when he informed them.
Not that he had any issues with that.
Any reason to steer clear of Sasha for as long as possible. Frankly, he doubted she’d even notice he was gone.
That is… Until he ran into the birthday jester that night.
He knew it was a bad idea deep down.
But damn, was it worth it.
The incubus rode that post-coitus high the whole night. To have the Fizzarolli to himself? An absolute dream that was everything he hoped for and more. Hell, he was sure not even Sasha could ruin it for him.
He was wrong.
The second he stepped back into the apartment, her shrieking returned.
“What the fuck, Samson!?”
All the incubus did was sigh.
“You went off with him!? That broken clown, are you kidding me?!”
“Sash, it’s not like it’s a secret I wanted to sleep with him. I saw my chance and took it."
"After everything?! Ozzie's supposed to be the one you want, not him!"
"I wanted them both, Sasha. And I got them both."
The response was another shrill cry. One that made Samson wince and walk past her to hole up in his room. But the succubus wasn't done with him.
"Don't you walk away from me again, Sam! How could you do this to me?!"
"We're gonna get another noise complaint if you don't knock it off."
"Then fucking talk to me!"
Samson whirled around to face her, "Talk to you? Why would I want to do that? All you do is scream at me now!"
"Because you had to be a dumbass and follow your dick instead of listening to me! You could have had it made with Ozzie if you hadn't fucked it up!"
"Oh for Lucifer's sake, will you drop it already! It's done! We're done! Just... Deal with it!"
"Deal with it? Deal with it!? Do you know how long I've had to just 'deal with it' after I got dropped!?"
"Yes, I do. And I just can't deal with this anymore," Samson retorted before turning his back.
"The hell do you mean you can't deal with it anymore?"
"I'm gonna move out. I can't make you move on but it doesn't mean I have to be stuck in the past with you."
Sasha scoffed, "Move out? How? Where? You don't make enough to support yourself!"
"I'll find a way."
"Bullshit! The only way you'll get what you want is getting a damn sugar daddy!"
"If that's what it takes," Samson responded simply before closing his door.
If Samson thought it was bad before, he expected it to get much worse. Sasha was spiraling. And unless she got real help, there wasn't much else he could do for her. So he put on his headphones to block out the banging at his door and got to searching for a new place. If he was lucky, he could find somewhere cheap to stay for the time being. Maybe even find a new roommate or two. Honestly, he just hoped it didn't come down to offering himself as an extra 'perk'. Or worse. Selling his body for some extra cash. Being an incubus didn't mean he was always down to fuck. He didn't know how long it would be until he could move out, so best to get to planning now.
And that's what he did in his spare time. Isolate in his room, block out his sister's tantrums, and search for someplace to move. It wasn't the most exciting, but it had to be done for his own sake. Just a new normal he had to adjust to until he got out.
At least, until a few days later when a special letter arrived for them.
Samson took the chance to make himself breakfast while Sasha was out collecting their mail - and hopefully not trashing his out of spite. He just started retreating to his room when the succubus suddenly burst through the door, “Sam!!”
The incubus jumped and nearly dropped his food before groaning, “What, Sash?”
“It’s happening! It’s happening! You didn’t fuck things up like I thought!”
He blinked, “Wait, what?”
Sasha squealed excitedly as she hopped to his side and shoved something in his face, “It’s from Ozzie! He’s inviting us back to the club!”
Stepping back to get a better look at the item, Samson saw a light blue paper with golden lettering. He took it and read it aloud, “Dear Sasha and Samson Goodjoy, you are both cordially invited to join King Asmodeus in his private booth at Ozzie’s tonight to discuss important matters. Please be prepared to be picked up by 8. Your presence will be greatly appreciated.”
“He wants to see you again! He’s gonna make you his new Favorite!” Sasha squealed again and hugged him, “I told you, it would all work out!”
Ignoring her questionable claims, Samson looked over the letter again. Was it really requesting them for the reason Sasha believed? Why invite both of them if that was the case? Why a formal invite instead of a casual meet-up?
“I… Don’t know, Sasha…”
“Oh, we gotta get ready for tonight! Need to look our best for Ozzie! Especially you once you’re claimed his new Favorite!”
It was strange seeing his sister happy and upbeat again. So clearly, she wouldn’t listen to his concerns. Why would she? This was the exact sign she was waiting for. Even if it wasn't entirely clear why they were invited at all. With a sigh, Samson resigned to letting his sister believe what she wanted. They'd find out for sure later but in the meantime... Might as well cherish having his sister back. He left for his room again, pulling out his phone to let his manager know something had come up.
Who knows. Perhaps the night out will finally get Sasha the closure she needs...
When the time came, a car arrived to take Sasha and Samson to the club as promised. They both dressed for the ‘special’ occasion at Sasha’s insistence. Samson wore tight pants and a mesh shirt under an open button-down while Sasha wore a matching tube top and mini skirt set. And though the incubus was still skeptical of the whole thing, at least his sister was back to herself. More or less.
Between her gushing over the invite, Sasha warned him not to possibly screw things up again. He was lucky Asmodeus was reaching out again after all the time that passed. So to trip up now at the finish line would be the ultimate humiliation. And not the good kind. Things had to go perfectly tonight. If they didn't... Well, Samson wasn't sure how his sister would react.
When the car came to a stop, they got out and found themselves in front of the club. While Sasha giggled excitedly to herself, Samson noticed there was no line forming to enter. He frowned lightly. Was the club not open tonight? Why invite them when the club was closed? Before he could relay any of these questions to the succubus, the front doors suddenly opened. Jesse stood there and merely smirked at them as he motioned them inside. Sasha eagerly went ahead with Samson following unsurely behind. He glanced at the winged-imp as he passed. The other said nothing, only watching them enter with narrowed eyes and a mysterious smirk.
Odd...
As he went to follow Sasha further in, he heard a few other voices from the door. He looked back in time to see Jesse apologizing to a couple wanting to come in, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for a special event tonight."
Closed for a special event?
The duo continued on into the lobby where - shockingly - the rest of the staff seemed to be waiting for them. Though Samson found it even stranger, Sasha was happy to see her old co-workers again. She squeed in delight as she went over and hugged them. They all accepted her hug and instantly started chatting. Samson smiled endearingly as he hung back from their mini-reunion. He knew how much she missed working at the club. Why get in the way before moving on to meet Ozzie? The incubus observed them. And noticed another odd thing. Though her old co-workers were all smiles, there was something hidden in their eyes. Something... Off. The way they eyed Sasha despite their happy expressions.
Samson furrowed his brow. It was nothing like the looks they gave her when they visited together the first time. He glanced up toward Asmodeus' private balcony. The curtains were drawn with no indication if someone was there or not.
An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, making him jump. He turned his attention to the club's manager. Jackie, if he remembered correctly.
"Hey, you okay there? Look like you've seen a ghost."
"What? Oh, uh, yeah, I-I'm fine. Just... Nervous, I guess."
There came the same gleam in her eye as the rest of the staff.
"And what's there to be nervous about? You're just meeting Ozzie, that's all."
"R-Right..."
"Speaking of, he's waiting up there for you both," Jackie motioned up toward the balcony before calling out his sister, "Hey Sasha, don't forget why you're here!"
The succubus looked over briefly before grinning, "Right! Come on, Sam! It's time!"
Samson watched as the other rushed to meet Asmodeus. Unsure of what else to do, he followed. And noticed more strange stares his way. A part of him considered just leaving what was so obviously a trap. But with the possibility of the meeting being exactly as Sasha anticipated, then he’d truly never hear the end of her bitching. He followed her backstage and up the set of stairs leading to the balcony.
Sasha paused before entering and quickly fixed up his clothes like a mother with her child. She gave him a final grin of encouragement before motioning him to go through. Taking a breath, Samson stepped in with Sasha right after him.
The balcony was dimly lit due to the closed curtain. The only source of light was a set of candles centered on the table. There were four glasses of wine, one of which Asmodeus was drinking from. The Sin leered at them, “Samson, Sasha, so glad you could make it. Please, sit with me.”
Sasha nudged her brother forward, both taking their seats across from their king. Sasha smiled sweetly at him, “As if we’d miss a meeting with you, Ozzie.”
“I appreciate it. Truly. Especially on such short notice,” The Lust King’s gaze shifted to the incubus, “How are you, Samson? Doing well since that night?”
Samson gave a polite, though anxious smile. He still didn’t buy that they were there for him to be named the new Favorite. But it didn’t mean he’d show disrespect either. “I’ve… Been better, honestly.”
Sasha sent a warning look, her smile still in place as her tail whipped against his leg.
“I see,” Asmodeus continued, “Well, I’d like to apologize for my abrupt leave that night. I’m not normally so unappreciative, but something urgent came up. I hope you understand.”
“It really is no problem. I completely understand.”
Asmodeus hummed in response. He said nothing else, merely observing them.
Samson remained uneasy. And though Sasha exuded confidence when they arrived, it was quickly waning the longer the silence went.
“Did you enjoy your time with him?”
The incubus blinked, "Huh?"
"Fizzarolli. Did you enjoy your time together?"
"I... I did."
"He really is something, isn't he? I assume he met all your expectations? I know he's met mine many times over~" His gaze turned to something behind them, "Isn't that right, Fizzy?"
The sibling duo gained confused expressions before a whirring sound caught their attention. Both looked back in time to see a figure flipping toward them before stretching over and into the empty seat next to Asmodeus. Fizzarolli grinned smugly at them, sitting his chin in his hands, "What can I say? I'm that good."
Samson only grew tense. The reason for everything being off suddenly clear. This wasn't a meeting to claim him as Asmodeus' new Favorite as Sasha believed. No. It had to do with her little plan to oust Fizzarolli. There was no mistake. Why else would they be requested so suddenly? And after everything had already passed? He glanced at his sister. There was a subtle panic in her eyes. Her body language quickly became just as tense.
Seemed the reality of it all finally dawned on her.
"Now that we're all gathered, why don't we cut to the chase?" Asmodeus started, "I'd very much like to get the full picture before I make my judgment."
"Yeah, same here," Fizzarolli added, "Wanna give us a play-by-play, Sasha?"
The succubus jumped lightly before trying to play it off, "S-Sorry, I don't understand..."
"Oh, I think you do, bitch. Something about trying to get Samson to take my place as Ozzie's Favorite? That's what you told me when you two came by that one night."
She gave an awkward chuckle before turning her focus to the Lust King, "I have no idea what he's talking about. Honestly. I was only happy for my brother getting your attention. I mean... What else could it mean?"
"So you admit saying something along those lines?" The Sin clarified, tapping his fingers on the table.
Sasha's mouth formed a thin line, "I... It's not so far off to assume so, Ozzie. After all, you spent so much time together."
"And has Samson explained why that was the case?"
She said nothing this time.
"Because according to what you supposedly told Fizz, Samson holding off on sex was your idea."
"It wasn't. It was his."
It took a second for Samson to process what she said before giving her a bewildered look, "My idea??"
She ignored him, "C'mon Ozzie. You know me. And you're my king! Why would I conspire against you or Fizzarolli? I was already your Favorite. What would I have to gain?"
"That's rich considering you hate me," Fizzarolli interrupted, "After all, you're the one who said you wanted me to feel what you felt when Ozzie dumped you."
"He's lying! Ozzie, I swear, whatever my brother did, I had nothing to do with it! It was all him! He was the one who plotted to take Fizzarolli's place! He was the one who wanted you all to himself! I tried telling him it was a bad idea and that you'd only get annoyed, but he wouldn't listen!"
Samson could only stare slack-jawed. She got caught. And was throwing him under the bus. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything against her. Which would look bad for him in any other case, but the unamused expressions from Asmodeus and Fizzarolli gave him a sense of hope.
They weren't buying it.
"Sasha, please, there's no need to get hysterical," The Sin insisted, "We only want to know all the details."
"But I had nothing to do with it, I swear!"
"Fine, then answer this," Fizzarolli spoke in mild annoyance, "If what you say is true, why would Samson think holding out on sex would work in his favor? Yeah, it worked out for me all those years ago, but how would he know that? Remember, Ozzie and I kept it all low-key before announcing it publically."
The succubus didn't respond again. But her shifting eyes made it obvious she was trying to think of an explanation.
When she said nothing, Asmodeus looked at Samson, “Well? Care to explain yourself?”
The incubus found his voice, “I didn’t plan it. I… I just got tired of waiting.”
It was Sasha’s turn to look at her brother in disbelief. The gall of her to act as if he was the one telling lies. And after the way she treated him for the past two weeks. Berating him like a child whose mistakes were proof he couldn't take care of himself properly. Ignoring him like he was just some pest who just needed to disappear. All because he refused to play along with her little game any longer.
He was done.
"I told you, Sasha. I stopped caring about being his new Favorite. I just wanted to get it done and over with. You were the one who insisted that I keep it up. You were the one who threw a tantrum because I did what anyone else in Lust would've done. You placed your bet on me and lost. Let. It. Go."
Two emotions crossed Sasha's face.
Betrayal.
And fury.
"You're free to go, Samson."
The sibling duo snapped their attention to their king. Asmodeus merely sipped his wine, “I apologize for bringing you into this, but it’s clear you aren’t the mastermind behind this little scheme. You will not face any punishment for such actions.”
The tension Samson held vanished. They didn’t believe her. He wasn’t in trouble.
But a newfound worry entered his mind.
“Punishment?” He asked tentatively.
“That’s correct.”
The incubus felt his stomach knot up. He looked at his sister, who seemed to be uneasy about the apparent consequence of her actions. Just because she acted like a bitch to him… Well, it didn’t mean he wanted to see harm come to her…
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing drastic,” Fizzarolli waved off, as if reading their thoughts, “The bitch is getting her just desserts, that’s all.”
The succubus glared at the jester, a low snarl escaping her momentarily. Samson unsurely looked between all three. If he knew anything about Asmodeus, it was that his king rarely, if ever, actually got angry. And while he definitely seemed serious, anger wasn’t a significant factor. And as for Fizzarolli… Well, he had no reason not to take his word for it. The jester’s persona didn’t exactly scream ‘violently vengeful’.
Samson took a breath and gave his sister a final glance, “I’ll wait for you outside.”
With that, he got up and left. Much to Sasha’s dismay. She faced the two with a steeled expression. There was no point in hiding anymore. Not when it was clear they caught her red-handed. She said nothing, waiting for one of them to speak.
Asmodeus frowned lightly, "I'm disappointed, Sasha. Truly. What ever made you decide to target Fizzarolli in such a way?"
Sasha gritted her jaw, hateful eyes focusing briefly on the smug jester, "Why? You hurt me, Ozzie. You couldn't get enough of me only to suddenly drop me like I was last week's leftovers. For him! A jester who wasn't even supposed to be here in the first place! He's not even attractive!"
Fizzarolli scoffed, "Bitch, I'm one of the hottest fucking celebs in Hell. So I think the public will disagree with you."
"Will you quit calling me a bitch!"
"No. Cuz that's what you are," He smirked, "Bitch."
The succubus glowered before whining to Asmodeus, "Ozzie, he's being mean!"
But the Sin only looked unimpressed, "He's being mean? I'd say he's being tame compared to what you called him. What was it, Fizz? A broken jester who got lucky?"
"And a jacked-up clown who's short a few limbs."
"Oh yes. Now, methinks that's worse than being called a bitch, don't you think?"
"Oh, I agree completely."
Sasha remained speechless. Her gaze shifted between Fizzarolli's smugness and Asmodeus' clear distaste. It stung deeply, seeing her king look at her as if she was trash. As if everything they once had no longer meant anything.
All because of him.
She lost everything because of Fizzarolli. Her position, her job, her friends, her brother. If he had just stayed in Greed...
"This is all your fault..." She mumbled before standing up, "If you hadn't come here, everything would be different! I should be the one in your place! Not you! Everything is ruined because of you!"
"Ah, so that's how you think of me," Fizzarolli casually interrupted, "I'm the reason for all your problems then, huh?"
"Because you are!"
"Am I? Or am I just an easy target? Cuz if I recall correctly, you're the one who said you had max two years left with Ozzie. Even if I stayed in Greed, someone else would've come along and taken Ozzie away, right?"
"That isn't the point!"
"Oh honey, it absolutely is. You're pissed your relationship with Ozzie had an earlier expiration date than you were expecting. You just want the same to happen to me, which, FYI, isn't going to."
"It's been seven years. Ozzie will move on. He always does. He's overdue and you know it. You won't be his Favorite forever."
"Oh, I believe that's where you're wrong Sasha," Asmodeus piped up, "Because unlike you and every prior Favorite I've had, Fizzarolli is... Special."
She looked at him with bafflement, an almost inaudible 'what' leaving her lips. Fizzarolli's smirk widened. He moved from his seat onto Asmodeus' lap, cuddling up to the Sin without shame, "Let's just say I elicit a very... Loving emotion in Ozzie."
Sasha stared. Her mind quickly connected the dots, but just as quickly dismissed it. But his choice of words screamed loud and clear. Loving. It only meant one thing. One thing that she and every other Lust Ringer knew to be impossible. Asmodeus didn't love. He hated all things love. Romance wasn't part of his game. It just wasn't no matter how many demons desperately wished otherwise. And yet... The way they sat together.
Fizzarolli curling up against his broad chest.
Asmodeus stroking his back and making no moves to push him away.
It couldn't be...
"You're lying... Both of you... This... You can't possibly choose him!"
"Oh, but he did."
"This isn't fair! It was supposed to be me!"
"And what was supposed to be you, Sasha?" Asmodeus questioned, "Because I don't recall allowing anyone else to choose for me. Much less, you."
The succubus gaped at them, absolutely crushed at the reveal. She could say nothing else as her mouth moved without sound.
"I think it's time we finally set things straight," Fizzarolli smirked, "Ozzie and I are in love. Have been for years now. That's why I'm still his Favorite. That's why your little scheme didn't work. That's why I'm not going anywhere."
Asmodeus caressed the smaller demon's cheek with his knuckle, "I will thank you for this however, Sasha. Had you not attempted to break us up, I never would have realized how terribly I treated him. Not until it was too late."
Fizzarolli leaned into the touch before sending another smirk at Sasha, "How ironic. You tried to get me outta the picture and failed. If you had just moved on, well... Things wouldn't have worked out the way they had."
"Thankfully so. The results have been absolute bliss~ So thank you, Sasha. Without you, things would have taken a very unfortunate turn for us both. I know better now," His large hand tilted the jester's head upward, "I have no plans to ever lose my first and only love."
The two shared a sweet kiss.
Sasha backed away. Her heart ached at the sight and their words. She remained speechless, unsure of how to curse out Fizzarolli and beg Asmodeus for another chance in the same breath. Her vision began to blur. Without a word, she ran down the stairs. And Fizzarolli and Asmodeus made no move to stop her. Instead, they shared a mischievous look. They knew what she was about to do. And they prepared ahead of time. So they sat in silence and listened.
The succubus stumbled out into the lobby. Her make-up was ruined by fallen tears. Unable to see properly, she ended up running into someone. And looked up to see Jackie.
"Whoa, hey, what's wrong?"
She mumbled incoherently, clinging to the Hellhound as if everything she just witnessed would prove a figment of her imagination. But no such luck.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. What's got you so upset huh?"
"I... I... O-Ozzie and... They... Th-They're..."
"They're...?"
It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. Couldn't be!
But it was.
There was no denying it.
Asmodeus would never engage in anything romantic. Not with her or the previous Favorite or the one before. So why with...?
"Sasha? C'mon, you can tell me."
Wait...
There was still a chance.
A final chance to ruin things for that damn jester.
"Fizzarolli... He's... He's in love with Ozzie."
Jackie said nothing right away, merely staring blankly at the succubus.
"Fizzarolli, he... He said it himself when Ozzie dismissed me. He-He taunted me about it, saying Ozzie loves him back! He's delusional!"
A laugh suddenly erupted from the Hellhound, "Fizz in love? Ha! Oh c'mon, Sash! You know Ozzie wouldn't allow that!"
"It's true! We have to tell everyone!"
"Tell everyone? Sash, I'm not gonna tell lies about Fizz."
"It's not a lie!"
"Okay, I think maybe you should go home and get some rest," Jackie led her past the rest of the staff, "Your brother said he's outside waiting for you."
"What, no! You have to believe me! We have to spread this around! Fizzarolli is in love with Ozzie!"
The staff started snickering and whispering amongst themselves.
"What is she going on about?"
"No clue. She's really hung up on Fizz though."
"As his bestie, I can confidently say she's lost it.
"How embarrassing though! Requested by Ozzie and leaving with nothing?"
"Damn, guess he really is done with her."
"Well, she's gotta keep herself relevant somehow."
"A former Favorite trying to cause problems? Yikes."
"Seriously, like, just move on.
Sasha fell into shocked silence. Her old co-workers... They didn't believe her. And not only that... They were making fun of her! As if this was a common trend for her!
Fine.
If they wouldn't help her, then she'd do it herself! All she had to do was spread the word. Expose Fizzarolli and force Asmodeus' hand to get rid of him to protect his reputation. And then... Then that damn jester would know exactly how she felt all those years ago.
The Lust King and his jester peeked out from behind the curtain. They watched as Jackie escorted Sasha out before retreating. The jester sat back and let out a relieved sigh, "Finally done with her. Here's to hoping we never have to deal with her again."
Asmodeus gave an amused smile, "It's not over yet. You know she'll try to tarnish your name."
"Eh, I got everyone else to back me up. Who's the public gonna believe more? Some succubus who used to work at Ozzie's or the full current staff who deal with me all the time?"
The Sin hummed and began caressing his imp, "True. Though I do hope this little plan of yours doesn't backfire."
"It won't trust me."
"Telling everyone that we'll make her believe we're in love on purpose to get back at her for getting between us? You don't think any of them will start to consider if it's true?"
"Relax big guy. Remember, Jackie, Mitzy, and Jesse are the only ones who know the truth now. I trust 'em. And they'll vouch for us if the others start asking questions."
"I suppose... I still think you should've just let me banish them both from the ring."
"What good would that have done? She woulda just gotten away with it. And Samson was more a pawn for her than an actual player. That ain't fair to him. With my plan, she's gotta deal with the humiliation of being a shit-stirrer. Not even her old friends will back her up cuz they know she’s full of shit. No one's gonna buy what she's saying."
"For both our sakes, let's hope so."
Fizzarolli gave a suspicious look, "Are you doubting me?"
"I'm simply considering the possibility of this backfiring. There are many demons who believe the first thing they hear and are reluctant to hear the other side."
"... Okay, fair. Tell ya what then, if demons start questioning for real, then we go public and I'll give up my dick for a year. Deal?"
Asmodeus sputtered in response, "Fizz!"
"I'm not hearing a no, Oz~"
The Sin blushed before huffing, "You're terrible."
"But ya love me anyway~"
"Yes... Yes, I do," Asmodeus kissed him gently, "... I suppose that wouldn't be the worst outcome."
"Hey, long as we're together, right?"
"Absolutely."
"Good. Cuz I meant it when I said I ain't going away."
"I wouldn't have it any other way~" He planted another kiss on his imp's lips. Fizzarolli wrapped an arm around the other's neck, pulling himself in more. They stayed as such a few minutes more before breaking apart.
"I love you, Fizzarolli. My darling, sexy jester."
"And I love you, Asmodeus. My amazingly sweet king."
"I promise, no one will come between us again. Not if I have anything to say about it."
"I'm holding you to that, I hope you understand."
"And I hope you do. I made a mistake and I don't plan to make it again."
They shared another kiss before simply enjoying each other’s company. They ignored any talk down in the lobby. Fizzarolli nuzzled his face into the Sin’s chest fur and took in his scent. Content and satisfied, the imp wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. His mind idly wandered into thoughts of the future. While he didn’t know what exactly the future held for them, a part of him did hope that one day, they didn’t need to hide anymore. That one day, they could proudly love each other without worry of ruining their reputations.
But until then, whether it happened or not, he’ll be happy having the Lust King's love for himself.