It was just another day in the city of lust, and for Fizz, it seemed like the same old routine. However, this day held the promise of something different – it was Azura's first day working at Ozzie's, and she would also be staying under the same roof with Ozzie and Fizz himself. While Ozzie's home had hosted many demons before, it was usually for the wild sex parties that lasted a week. Ozzie was known for spicing up these gatherings, but today felt different.
As Fizz lay on the couch in Ozzie's living room, he couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety about Azura. She remained an enigma to him, ever since the first time he laid eyes on her on that stage. She was undeniably the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, capturing his gaze effortlessly. Initially, he believed it was merely the mesmerizing performance that left him in awe. However, everything changed when he had a dream about her, leaving him to ponder the deeper mysteries surrounding her existence.
At last, Fizz had the opportunity to meet her face to face during the meeting. Contrary to the captivating performer on stage, he was surprised to find Azura's off-stage personality to be rather different. She seemed emotionless, with a hint of attitude. Although Fizz perceived her demeanor as somewhat rude, he refrained from passing judgment, understanding that she likely had to maintain a certain image for her boss. Perhaps it was just an off day for her, especially after completing an errand for her boss, whatever it may have entailed.
"Hey Fizz, you around?" Ozzie's voice cut through the room as he searched for him. Fizz opened his eyes, stretching his left hand to signal his location on the couch. With a casual thumbs-up, he replied, "Over here, Oz." Ozzie made his way to Fizz, standing over him. "There you are. I was looking for you," Ozzie remarked. "Why aren't you ready? Don't you know what day it is?" Fizz looked up at Ozzie, responding, "I know what day it is, Ozzie. I was just taking a moment to rest, that's all."
Ozzie smiled, taking a seat in his own blue cushioned chair positioned across from the couch. "Oh, I see. You're anxious about her coming to stay here," he observed. At the mention of anxiety, Fizz abruptly stood up, shooting Ozzie a disgruntled look. "No, I'm not. Are you ever going to let that go?" Fizz retorted. "Not for a while, at least," Ozzie replied smugly. Fizz, now sulking with crossed arms and a sour expression, sank into the chair.
Ozzie chuckled, "Oh, come on, Fizzy. You know what I'm like when it comes to joking around. It's the first time I've seen you react this way." Fizz sighed, admitting, "Yeah, well, I don't know why I'm like this."
Ozzie then said, "Can't help you there, hehehe." Annoyed with Ozzie's teasing, Fizz decided to shift the conversation to something that had been bothering him.
"Anyway, meeting Azura's manager was surprising, to say the least. I knew she had a manager – I mean, everyone does in this business – but I've never met anyone who was nice, old-fashioned, and strange at the same time. Not only that, he's a powerful sinner to boot. I've seen and met sinners before in the pride ring, but I hardly thought I'd meet one here in the lust ring. It's a rarity to see one here at all. I thought they weren't allowed to leave the pride ring."
"It's not that they aren't allowed to leave," Ozzie corrected him. "It's because they're unable to leave." Fizz looked at Ozzie with a puzzled expression. "How come?" Ozzie met Fizz's gaze and replied, "Because of the barrier that's over the Pride Ring."
"Barrier?" Fizz questioned in confusion. "I didn't see any barrier when we were there. How come I'm just hearing about it now?" Ozzie chuckled at Fizz, who was dumbfounded by this revelation, and began to explain, "Many centuries ago, when the three worlds came to be, all of us had to live in the worlds we belonged to: Earth for mortal humans, Hell for monstrous demons, and Heaven for holy angels. We were meant to embody the symbols of our respective realms. However, some of us couldn't conform to these molds. Angels like Lucifer, myself, and the rest of the Deadly Sins desired more. Lucifer approached God himself, seeking change, but God dismissed the idea, foolishly maintaining the status quo. Many of us grew weary of the 'holier-than-thou' act, and some angels lost their minds, venturing into the mortal realm to wreak havoc for the thrill of it. Some would pull pranks causing conflicts among humans, while others, intrigued by human society, posed as gods or indulged in human desires without consequences."
"When God witnessed this chaos, he was convinced that the fault lay with the rebel angels, including Lucifer, and blamed him for the turmoil in the mortal realm. Lucifer had warned God that this would happen and had pleaded for something to be done, emphasizing the need for our freedom. However, God stubbornly refused, leading Lucifer to pridefully and angrily gather an army of angels, including myself and the other Deadly Sins, to overthrow God. The ensuing war changed everything," Ozzie sighed, reflecting on the past. "Despite our efforts, we lost the war, and most of our fellow angels perished. The rest of us, banished from Heaven due to our betrayal, were cast into Hell. Over time, we transformed into the demons we are today. Lucifer became one of the kings of Hell, ruling alongside me as well as the other Seven Deadly Sins and the royals."
Fizz, still grappling with the weight of this history, heard about the war when he was younger, but learning the true reasons behind it was something else entirely. He felt a mix of emotions, from horror to sorrow, realizing that Ozzie and the others were banished for reasons beyond their control. Shaking his head, Fizz returned to his initial question, "But what about the barrier? How did that happen?" Ozzie met Fizz's gaze and continued, "Well, when humans commit sins and die, they travel down to Hell, where their souls remain in demonic forms. With their souls housed in demon bodies, they become the most powerful and dangerous creatures in Hell. They could get away with murder and any crime you can think of... it was unimaginably awful back then. The Hellborns would flee and hide at the sight of them, and they were overpopulating Hell rapidly. We knew then that we had to do something to help the citizens of Hell; it was the one thing we could do to save them. So, we made an offer to the angels of Heaven. We asked for their assistance in saving the Hellborns which they would accepted on one condition: they would have a day to eliminate sinners who were overrunning Hell. We despised it, but we had no other options; we had to save our people. We agreed to the terms, leading Heaven to create a giant barrier visible only to us, the Deadly Sins, the royals, and, of course, the angels themselves. This barrier was placed over the Pride Ring, keeping all the sinners in one area while the other Hellborns were safe from the dangers of the sinners. That marked the beginning of what is now known as Extermination Day, a once-a-year event where angels eliminate sinners to maintain order."
"Holy shit, Oz," Fizz finally exclaimed, taking a moment to absorb the new information. "That's fucked up. I can't believe that happened to you guys." Ozzie looked at Fizz, a sense of despair in his eyes as he revisited the painful past he wished to forget. "Believe it, Fizz," he replied. "Back then, I'm sure the angels were just looking for an excuse to get us out of Heaven and reshape it in their image, I suppose."
Fizz felt a deep sadness for Ozzie. While he couldn't fully comprehend the extent of Ozzie's experience, he could relate to the feeling of betrayal, having been abandoned by his own family and friends. However, a question crossed his mind. If there was a barrier over the Pride Ring preventing sinners from leaving, how did Crump manage to be in the Lust Ring?
"Wait, Oz? Didn't you say earlier that the sinners couldn't leave Pentagram City? Then how did Crump get out of the Pride Ring?" Fizz inquired. Ozzie explained, "Well, it's possible that over the years, the barrier occasionally developed loopholes, allowing some sinners to slip right through. I can only assume."
Fizz was about to delve deeper into the topic when they heard a knock on the door. They turned their attention to the large purple door, which opened to reveal a pink-skinned succubus wearing a black suit with cleavage shirt. Her white hair was cut short to her ears, and her tail and horns matched the color of her skin. She approached Ozzie and Fizz and said, "Sorry to disturb, Mr. Oz, but Miss Azura Tempest has arrived."
As the pink succubus moved to the left to hold the door open, Azura stood there, donned in a sleeveless high turtleneck complemented by a black leather bomber jacket. A coordinating skirt, adorned with zippers, extended from her waist down to her legs. Completing the ensemble, she wore sleek black Stiletto Heel Stretchy Shoes that reached up to her thighs.
Though she retained the ponytail from the meeting, this time, braids adorned the sides of her head. Entering the room where Ozzie and Fizz were, she stood before them with an emotionless expression and greeted, "Good evening, Your Highness." Ozzie smiled and acknowledged, "Thanks, Helen. That'll be all." The pink demon, known as Helen, smiled at Ozzie and replied, "Of course, Mr. Oz." She left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving only Ozzie, Fizz, and Azura.
Approaching her, Ozzie said, "Well, Miss Tempest, we're glad you're here." Azura bowed and responded, "I am. I hope I haven't arrived too late." "Not at all," Ozzie reassured her. "We still have a few hours before the club opens; you came just in time." Fizz observed Azura as Ozzie provided her with a rundown of the club. She maintained her emotionless facade; her face remained completely placid. It was as if she were a walking robot, incapable of smiling, laughing, or crying. Fizz found it challenging to read her, unlike the audience and fans he had grown accustomed to over the years. Unbeknownst to him, a chill ran down his spine as he felt the intense gaze from Azura. He turned away before Ozzie could notice what had caught her attention.
As Ozzie continued with the rundown, he gestured towards various sections of the club, explaining the layout and the unique features that made it stand out in the bustling city of lust. Azura listened attentively, her expression unwavering. Fizz, still perplexed by her enigmatic demeanor, noted the mystery aura surrounding her. Fizz had a habit of poking into people's business and making fun of them; it was mean, but he and Ozzie always got a laugh out of it.
After Ozzie finished the briefing with the details, he addressed Azura, "Now that you're here, Miss Tempest, we can finalize the details for tonight's performance. We want everything to go smoothly," he said, his enthusiasm contrasting Azura's stoicism. Azura nodded in acknowledgment. "Understood," she replied, her voice as composed as her appearance.
Before Ozzie could leave, Azura spoke up, "Before you go, Ozzie, I wanted to apologize for my attitude at the meeting. I know there is no excuse for my behavior. I hope you can forgive me." She then bowed. Truthfully, Ozzie and Fizz were surprised by Azura; they weren't expecting her to apologize. Ozzie smiled and said, "No need to apologize, Miss Tempest. There's nothing to forgive." She lifted her head. Something surprising happened that shocked Ozzie and Fizz. Azura was actually smiling and said, "Thank you, Ozzie. I appreciate it, and if it's alright with you, I would really like it if you called me Azura. After all, we'll be working together, won't we?" Fizz looked in awe of her. "Damn, that's the first time I saw her smile, and... wow... she looks kinda nice with a smile," he thought as he continued to look at her. Then he felt his chest tighten up and his heart beating loudly as he put his hand on his chest. But he snapped back to reality as Ozzie called out to him, "Hey Fizz, why don't you show her around and run the last rehearsal for tonight's show?" Fizz got off the couch and said, "No problem, Ozzie. Leave it to me, big guy." Ozzie smiled. "Good, then I'll get to finalize the paperwork. I'll leave you to it." With that, he left the living room, leaving Azura and Fizz alone together.
When the door closed, Azura's smile faded away, reverting to her non-emotional demeanor. Fizz was disappointed that her smile was gone, but he hoped that, in time, by working together, there would be a chance to see it again. For some reason, Fizz wanted to see her smile again. With that in mind, he decided to get on friendly terms with Azura. "So then, Azura, are you ready to get started?" Fizz said with a nervous smile. Azura turned her attention to Fizz and said, "Sure, whatever." Her tone sounded annoyed, but Fizz didn't know why. He set aside that thought as they made their way downstairs to the club.
Fizz showed her the entire club, from the balcony where Ozzie and Fizz sat to the stage and backstage. They passed by other succubus and imps working as waiters or entertainers. Finally, Fizz showed her the dressing room. To end their tour of the club, Fizz showed Azura her own dressing room. As he opened the door, the sight inside was stunning. All the walls were blue, with neon pink lighting along the ceiling. There was a blue-furred couch near the door, a blue table with drawers, and a pink three-mirror with glowing white light covering the sides. Fizz explained what the room included, and that it was all hers. He looked at her and saw that her expression didn't change as she walked in to check out the room. Fizz took this time to ask, "So, I'm just going to rehearse my act for tonight. Me and Ozzie thought that maybe we save your act for last, but do you have any requests or issues about your performance tonight? Oz and I want to make sure everything goes well and suits your style."
Azura remained silent for a moment before responding, "I trust your judgment, Mr. Fizzarolli. Just make sure that nothing gets in the way of my act." Fizz nodded, slightly taken aback by her implicit rude tone. Fizz thought it was kind of rude for her to say that, but he didn't want the first time working together to go off on a rocky start, so he smiled and said, "Ok then, I'll leave you to it." She didn't respond back; instead, she didn't pay any attention to him at all. Fizz wanted to call her out on it, but he knew that it wouldn't go anywhere, so he left the room. But then, before he could leave, Azura remarked, "By the way, before you leave, can you close the door on your way out? I don't want a peeping Tom spying on me when I'm getting ready." Fizz felt a chill from her tone; it was unsettling. He closed the door behind him and left to start rehearsing with the other performers.
As they delved into the final preparations, Fizz couldn't shake off the uncanny feeling that Azura's presence carried. She was blunt, not to mention rude, and at the same time, she held a mysterious weight, something beyond the ordinary performances he had been a part of. With a subtle glance, he caught Azura's eyes earlier, and for a moment, he thought he glimpsed a hint of something beneath her emotionless exterior. However, the moment passed quickly, and as they almost finished prepping for the show, Fizz caught another glimpse of her, but Azura's expression remained the same, usual composure intact.
The air seemed charged with unspoken tension as the preparations were completed. The time for the club to open approached, and everyone took their positions. Fizz stood on the balcony overlooking the club when he heard Ozzie's voice, "Hey Fizzy, how did it go with Azura?" Fizz didn't say anything as he took a deep sigh. "That bad then?" Ozzie asked him. Fizz responded, "It wasn't bad, per se. It's just... she's hard to read... not to mention rude."
"Rude, huh?" Ozzie asked. Fizz continued, frustration evident in his tone, "Oz, she practically ignored me the whole time I was showing her around the club, and what she said in her dressing room was downright cold. She had the audacity to act like she already owned the place, like she's hot shit."
"Well, Fizzy," Ozzie said to him, "she's a rising star. Every one of them acts this way. I mean, I remember what you were like."
Fizz's eyes snapped wide open as he looked at Ozzie with a complaint. "Oh, come on, Oz, I wasn't that bad."
Ozzie gave Fizz a sidelong glance as he disagreed, "Oh, you were." Fizz looked away, pouting like a spoiled child. Ozzie, aware that Fizz had dealt with people far worse than Azura, he tried to comfort him and cheer him up.
"Look, Fizz, I know this is new for you to work with someone... but it might be what you need. I'm not asking you to be buddy-buddy with her or anything, just try to be on friendly terms with her, okay?" Fizz looked at Ozzie's smiling face. He appreciated that Ozzie was only looking out for him. Since they both agreed on having Azura here, the least he could do was give this new partnership a chance. With a sigh that turned into a smiling face, he said, "Okay, Oz, I'll play along."
"Thank you, Fizz," Ozzie said gratefully. "Now, with that said, I do believe that it's almost time to start the show." He started to walk away from the balcony, keeping an eye on Fizz. "Are you ready, Froggy?" Fizz gave Ozzie a mischievous grin. "Fuck yeah, I am." With that, they made their way off the balcony as Ozzie's club was ready to get started, and the show was about to begin.
As the night wore on, the club filled with a cacophony of demons, succubi, imps, and various other creatures. They dined on exotic dishes, sipped on potent elixirs, and indulged in the various forms of entertainment the club had to offer.
The stage came alive with performances ranging from sultry dances by seductive succubi to fiery displays of magic by skilled demon sorcerers . Imps scurried about, serving drinks and providing playful banter to patrons, while demons engaged in lively conversations at the bar.
Meanwhile, Ozzie and Fizz sat perched on the balcony, overlooking the bustling club below. Fizz scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of Azura, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air.
As the night progressed and the crowd grew more animated, the anticipation for the final show mounted. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the climax of the evening's entertainment.
Sensing the energy in the air, Fizz stood up, his limbs stretching effortlessly as he turned to face the audience. With a commanding presence, he announced the beginning of the final show, his voice echoing throughout the club.
"Ladies and gentlemen, demons and denizens of the night," Fizz proclaimed, his voice carrying over the crowd, "prepare yourselves for the grand finale of the evening! We have saved the best for last, so sit back, relax, and prepare to be amazed!"
As Fizz's words reverberated through the club, the audience erupted into applause and cheers, eager to see what the final performance had in store. With a satisfied grin, Fizz descended from the balcony, ready to kick off the show and bring the night to an unforgettable close.
As the lights dimmed on the stage, the audience sat in anticipation, their excitement palpable in the air. The soft strains of music began to fill the room, emanating from the stage, and gradually, the stage began to light up.
Amidst the glow, black-suited imps emerged, each wielding a different instrument—a piano, a trombone, and a guitar. The eclectic ensemble of imps took their places, poised and ready to perform.
In the center of the stage stood Azura, a vision in her glittering black dress. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her figure, while a daring slit revealed a glimpse of her toned leg. She wore lace gloves that extended to her elbows, adding an air of elegance to her ensemble, and her black heels clicked against the stage floor with every step she took.
Her wavy hair cascaded down her right side, framing her face in a cascade of ebony locks. Fizz couldn't help but be awestruck by her beauty as she stood there, radiating confidence and poise.
As the music swelled and enveloped the room, Azura began to sing.
"Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you're coming from
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) I'll arrive
You can call me any day or night
Call me'
Her voice was like honey, smooth and intoxicating, weaving a spell over the audience. With each note, she drew them in, her voice resonating with emotion and power.
The audience was spellbound, captivated by her performance. They listened in rapt attention as Azura's voice soared, filling the room with its haunting melody. Fizz watched in awe as she commanded the stage, her presence commanding attention and respect.
"Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come, I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi"
As Azura continued her mesmerizing performance, slowly but surely, other instruments began to join in. A delicate flute added a haunting melody, weaving its way through the music like a gentle breeze. The deep resonance of a bass provided a solid foundation, anchoring the song with its rhythmic pulse. And the bright, brassy tones of a trumpet soared above the rest, adding a vibrant energy to the ensemble.
Together, the instruments formed a symphony of sound, each one complementing Azura's voice with its own unique timbre. The music swelled and danced around her, enhancing the richness and depth of her performance.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
He speaks the languages of love
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Amore, chiamami, chiamami
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
Appelle-moi mon cheri, appelle-moi
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day"
As the song progressed, Azura's voice intertwined seamlessly with the instruments, her melodic lines intertwining with their harmonies in a mesmerizing dance of sound. The audience was enraptured, their eyes fixed on Azura as she poured her heart and soul into the song.
Fizz watched in awe as the performance unfolded, each note resonating with emotion and passion. He could feel the energy in the room shift, a palpable sense of connection forming between Azura and the audience.
"Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) for a ride
Call me, call me for some overtime
Call me (call me) in my life
Call me, call me in a sweet design
Call me (call me), call me for your lover's, lover's alibi
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me)
Ah-ah, call me, mmh-mmh, ah
Call me (call me), my love
Call me, call me Any"
As Azura held the final note of her song, her gaze shifted to Fizz as she smiled, her eyes filled with a seductive allure. Fizz felt his heart skip a beat as her captivating gaze locked with his, sending a shiver down his spine. The intensity of her look seemed to tighten the very core of his being, leaving him breathless and entranced.
"Call Me"
As the final notes echoed through the club, there was a moment of silence before the room erupted into thunderous applause. The audience rose to their feet, cheering and clapping, their appreciation for Azura's talent evident in their enthusiastic response.
As the last strains of the music faded into the air, Azura's gaze lingered on Fizz for a moment longer before she turned away from the stage, her expression inscrutable. Fizz couldn't shake the feeling of her gaze lingering on him, the memory of her seductive look burning in his mind long after the song had ended.
The club was now empty, its vibrant energy replaced by a quiet calm as it closed for the night. Only Fizz and Ozzie remained, seated at the bar with glasses of gin in hand, basking in the afterglow of another successful show.
"Well, I think this was our best yet, don't you think, Fizzy?" Ozzie said proudly, a grin spreading across his face.
"Fucking hell, it was, Ozzie," Fizz replied with equal enthusiasm, setting down his empty glass on the bar. "Did you see the crowd? They were drooling so much I thought they were gonna flood the place! Hahaha!" He chuckled gleefully at the memory.
Ozzie smiled, nodding in agreement. "It was all thanks to Azura that the show was a success."
At the mention of Azura, Fizz glanced around the now-empty club, but there was no sign of her. Turning back to Ozzie, he furrowed his brow. "Speaking of, where is Azura?"
Fizz looked at Ozzie. "Last I saw her, she was in her dressing room talking to her boss," Ozzie answered.
Fizz nodded, absorbing Ozzie's response. He leaned back against the bar, swirling the remnants of his drink in his glass as he contemplated Azura's absence.
"Right, Crump," Fizz mused aloud, his thoughts drifting to this Barnaby Crump guy. He seemed to have a hold over Azura. He wondered what lengths this overlord had to go through to get out of the pride ring. Where does he go when he's not with Azura? All those questions kept racing through his mind as he continued sipping his drink.
"Any idea what they were talking about?" Fizz asked, curiosity piqued. Ozzie shrugged, his expression thoughtful. "Couldn't say, Fizzy. Probably something to do with the show going off without a hitch."
Fizz shrugged into his seat. Later that morning, he had asked Ozzie to check for some information about Crump. Now, with Azura away, he took the opportunity to inquire. "Hey Oz, did you find any new info on Crump?" Fizz asked, turning to Ozzie for answers. He wanted to at least get some details about him to unravel the mystery surrounding him.
Ozzie shrugged, a troubled expression crossing his face. "Not much, Fizzy. But from what I've heard, he was a sinner that appeared in hell and rose up the ranks the fastest in the history of hell. Nobody knows what he did to end up down here or where he harnessed his power. Not only that, but he has powerful connections all over hell."
After finishing his drink, Fizz set the empty glass down and turned to Ozzie with a determined look. "We should keep an eye on him," he suggested, referring to Crump. "There's something about him that doesn't sit right with me."
Ozzie nodded in agreement. "I'll see what else I can dig up," he promised, his expression mirroring Fizz's concern.
Satisfied with their conversation, Fizz announced, "Well anyway, it's getting late and I don't know about you, but I need some sleep." Before he could head back to the apartment, Ozzie interjected, "Would you mind going to get Azura from her dressing room?"
Fizz nodded in agreement. "Got it," he replied. As he made his way to the dressing room, his mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of Crump. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had about the mysterious figure, but he pushed those thoughts aside as he arrived at Azura's door.
Opening the door, Fizz found her already changed back into her previous attire from earlier in the evening. As Fizz entered the room, he noticed Azura packing her makeup back into her bag, seemingly oblivious to his presence. The silence felt heavy, prompting him to initiate a conversation.
Fizz: "Hey, Azura. Great performance tonight."
Azura glanced at him, her expression devoid of emotion. "Yeah, thanks."
Feeling the conversation going nowhere, Fizz's eyes caught a glint from something in her bag. Before he could investigate, Azura swiftly closed it, shooting him a cold glare.
Fizz nervously chuckled. "Uh, hehe, sorry about that. Didn't mean to intrude."
Azura's response was sharp and icy. "Do you always spy on people's belongings?"
The chill in her tone rattled Fizz, but he brushed it off, attempting to explain himself. "N-no, I don't. I just came to bring you back to the apartment so—"
He was abruptly cut off by Azura's stern words. "Listen and listen good. I'm here for business and business only. I'm not here to be your friend or fuck buddy. Plus, I can go back on my own without you dragging your feet."
Fizz was taken aback by her blunt rejection, feeling a surge of irritation rising within him. Yet, instead of reacting with anger, he decided to play along, adopting a mischievous grin.
Fizz thought. "Alright, hot shot. You want to play that game? Then we'll play."
He continued, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Hahaha, you actually think I'd see you like that? Do you think you're hot shit? I've slept with far more attractive people than you. Someone would have to be desperate to sleep with an emotionless bitch like you."
Fizz couldn't discern her reaction to his comment as her back was turned to him. Undeterred, he pressed on, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Fizz: "But hey, I'm not judging those fucking losers. If they want to sleep with the ice queen, be my guest. Hahaha, I bet that if someone kissed you, they would turn into a frozen statue. I'd love to see that hap—"
Fizz's taunts came one after another, but before he could finish, Azura swiftly closed the distance between them, pushing him against the wall and silencing him with a sudden kiss.
Stunned and caught off guard, Fizz struggled to break free, but Azura's hold was firm. The unexpected intensity of the kiss left him reeling as she finally released him, leaving him sprawled on the floor, utterly bewildered.
As Azura smoothed out her hair with no change in expression, she delivered a cutting remark. "Well, look at that. You're not a statue. Prove enough for you."
With that, she retrieved her bag and walked away, leaving Fizz alone to grapple with the bewildering encounter.
Fizz stared at the ground, his mind racing to process what had just transpired. "Wh-what the hell was that? I got kissed by Azura?"