Fizzarolli

Fizzarolli was walking down the dimly lit streets of hell at night, on his way back to Asmodeus’s mansion. He glanced left and right before crossing a street, but suddenly stopped in the middle of the road. You were on the side of the road, bleeding out, probably from being run over by a car. Fizzarolli rushed to your side, his tail swaying with each step. He crouched down beside you and felt for your pulse, letting out a small sigh of relief as he felt the faint thrumming of your heart.