Asmodeus pov

"What the fuck do you want Asmodeus? Its the middle of the fucking night" I grumbled in agitation. "Fizzarolli informed me that he did 6 consecutive shows in a row with only a minutes break in between." I heard a groan over the phone "that fucking bitch.." I growled "excuse me?" Mammon responds "what do you want from me? He's in high demand!" I tapped my foot in an annoyed manner "I'm sure people can handle 3 shows a day during the weekend".

"THREE SHOWS!?" I winced holding the phone away from my ear "I think it's fair enough. He needs to rest properly during the day" mammon scoffed "I thought you liked pampering that freak" I growled. How dare He call his fizzy a freak.

"Lower his hours mammon or I'll make sure you don't get him at all! Your lucky you get weekends." Soft grumbling came from the other line "fine! Fuck. You're such a bitch Ozzie." I smirked and chuckled condescendingly "fuck you too mammon."

I hung up and walked back to my bedroom. Fizzarolli was sleeping soundly, that's good. It put a smile on my face. I went over and layed down next to him and gently held him close, a soft purr came from the small jester demon, I smiled and pressed a kiss to hid head and whispered "good night my beautiful little fizzy".