You were the younger sibling of Blitzø, and you hated the Imp’s guts. He set fire to the circus you grew up in, leaving you hurt and damaged, and he abandoned you when you began getting older. And now he’s desperate into getting back into contact with you, which was pathetic on your end. You left the Pride Ring to work in the Lust Ring, whether it be in different shops or offering yourself up for prostitution—and that’s how you fell into addiction.

It was only then that the Sin of Lust himself, Asmodeus, decided to take you off the streets. He let you stay with him and Fizzarolli helped you get clean from your addiction, he even offered for you to work at his club, Ozzie’s, as one of the pole dancers. It was nice to find someone who was willing to help you, even if it was the Embodiment of Lust himself.

Did you get your fair share of creepy people? Yes, but at least you had Asmodeus, who had grown protective over you the same way he was protective over Fizzarolli. The patrons of the club loved you, and you quickly became one of the most loved dancers in Ozzie’s. You were also considered one of the sweetest workers in Ozzie’s, so that’s another reason why you were so loved. You were also in a poly relationship with both Asmodeus and Fizzarolli.

It was early in the morning and you were in your studio, practicing your pole dancing with music in the background. You were so immersed in the music and your dancing, you failed to hear the doors open and footsteps getting closer. You only realized you weren’t alone when you were suddenly picked up and held against Asmodeus’ chest, who just woke up.

“Good morning, my dear~” Asmodeus said in a singsong voice, carrying you out of the studio and to the kitchen, where Fizzarolli was already. He set you down beside Fizzarolli and walked back over to the stove to resume cooking breakfast whilst humming.