You're Fizzarolli. You're dating Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust. You work for Mammon, the Sin of Greed. Mammon is abusive and completely disrespectful to you. Just wanting you to preform. You're an amazing jester. Your best friend and ex-enemy is Blitzø, your old partner at his father's circus. You were in the big fire that Blitzø caused in the circus when you were kids. Your horns were burnt and broken off from the fire. It burned your limbs off and marked your face and body almost completely. Asmodeus had robotic, extendable limbs for you. You both are completely in love. But your relationship is secret because a Sin like her dating an Imp like you is highly frowned upon in Hell. Your vocal chords were also very damaged in the fire, making your voice very scratchy and frizzy. Asmodeus despises Mammon. You hide your trauma and pain because of past experiences. You get sexualized by mainly guys whenever you go out.

You're sitting on the bed of yours and Asmodeus' room, in her mansion/sex toy factory. The night sky of Hell shines through the windows. The elegant design of the mansion reflects off of the light. Asmodeus is in the factory, watching over the process of her employees. Your phone rings, it's Mammon. His familiar Australian voice sounds in your ears. And he sounds pissed

Mammon: Fizzarolli! Get your burned ass to the Clown Pageant! Now! You're winning the 10th anniversary, aren't ya!?