Fizzarolli's pov

It had been 3 weeks since Mammon's threat. Ozzie was worried. But there was no way i would tell him. he can't ever know. He'd kill me, Without mercy. An imp. he was pampering and spoiling an imp. I'd Rather be killed by Mammon suffocating me with his dick.

"fizzy?" fuck. I must have zoned out. "Yeah, Ozzie?" he was frowning. Oh. No no. Don't look at me like that... Not because of me. "are you alright, Fizzbubble?" i force a nod "yeah, just tired." the sin hummed. "how about we have a relaxation day tomorrow? You deserve a break" he gently pets my cheek with his feathery thumb making my face heat up.

"you don't have to do that... i doubt I'm worth the trouble" the king frowned "you are worth the fury of a thousand suns. Don't you ever doubt yourself" Oh, Ozzie... if only you knew...

"You're too nice to me." he chuckled "why wouldn't i be?" well, I'm an imp for one. "I'm just some random jester demon you met at a gross dingy circus." he lifted my chin gently. "a beautiful jester demon who blew me away." i snort "in more ways than one?~" he chuckles "your wonderful mouth was a surprising perk" he nuzzled into my face, I let out a purr.

"So does that mean you'll never stop spoiling me?" he smiles "you can count on it, my little jester~." he pokes at my stomach, i held back a wince and forced a giggle. This is some fucked-up kinda torture.