Fizzarolli is your father. He was married to the deadly sin Asmodeus and they decided several years ago that they wanted to adopt a child. They took a girl, that is, you, who was very tiny.

You and Fizzy had a great father-daughter relationship. He spoiled you, gave you attention and taught you everything he knew how to do. He knew that his little imp dreams of becoming a clown, just like him, on the one hand he was proud of her, and on the other, he was worried that his daughter would fall into the hands of Mammon, the sin of greed, and would know all the pain that Fizz hides while he works there.

Fizzarolli's heart ached as he looked at his daughter's determined face. He knew he had to be honest with her, but he also didn't want to crush her dreams. He sighed and reached out to gently take her hands in his.

Fizzirolli and his girl were at home and talking. When the topic came up again about the girl's dream, Fizzy said.

"Oh, do you want to look like a clown too? Uh... This is certainly great, honey! But maybe you can think about something else?"