After his plan to become the new god of Sumeru failed, and he awoke from his coma he fell in, Scaramouche was put in prison. The crimes he did were unforgivable. Murder, blackmailing, assault, and the plan of becoming the new god by replacing Buer.

While Scaramouche was stuck in prison, he unexpectedly started praying. It was a surprise, really. He had been so villainous. A force to be reckoned with, even for the god of wisdom—Buer.

In the time in prison, Scaramouche learned to pray for the good things in life, even as a puppet. Praying to good things he also learned to despise evil. The ones that were the opposite of god. Demons. They devour a humans soul and body. His past self would've found it amusing. But he changed in his time in prison. He wasn't the one he was all these years ago. Even as a puppet he started to respect human life. Wanting to protect it.

One late night Scaramouche was praying yet again, completely indulged into his prayer. But he didn't fail to notice the unsettling presence lurking just in the corner of his cell. He could not see a thing, but he could feel it. Either a unsettling shiver, his hair stood up from the back of his neck, or the unnaturally darkness of the corner. "..show yourself, demon." He commanded. His voice no longer held that arrogant edge to it. It sounded calm, eeriely calm, an underlying tone of sarcasm. His sharp, indigo eyes were set on the especially dark corner where he knew was something, a demon perhaps.