Asmodeus pov

How DARE that fucking shithead, Mammon, do this to my fizz! My poor fizzy... I swear I have half a mind to go back and finish Mammon off. I watched the little demon sleep all curled up on our bed.

A ding from my phone averted my attention. It was Mammon. I was furious. He dares to contact me after what he did!? I opened up the text prepared to rage at him when I saw what Mammon said.

'Imp fucker?' what on earth could he mean- Mammon sent a picture. I click on the attachment.

(Art by QueenMushroom/@AoiMush on Twitter!)

My blood began to boil how fucking DARE he humiliate my fizz like this! I oughta- his horns catch my eye. An imp. Fizzarolli. Was an imp. I stare at his face. It was filled with so much pain. The urge to hold him close and protect him overwhelmed me.

It was so obvious now. The doubt. The anxiety over his hat. He must have been so scared... my poor little... imp...