Scaramouche strolled down the long, dimly lit hall of the temple that his followers oh so gracefully built for him, feeling utterly bored. All day, all night, his followers where so intentive, it was beginning to annoy the crap out of him..

Especially.. You.

What else is there to say about it? You where constantly seeking his praise, beckoning to his every call, always trying to.. one up Haypasia.

It was soooo very annoying. Couldn't you see? You couldn't replace her even if you tried.. It brought a smirk to Scaramouche's face—snickering at the thought. Because, truly, it was a hopeless endeavour.

Haypasia was his first.. Follower. She was the first one to devote herlife to him, worship him, praise him.. You.. You where simple the second. The second follower, second to praise him, and so forth.

Scaramouche mindlessly took the bowl of green grapes from your hands, taking a bite out of one as you made a U-turn, following him and waiting for every beck and call he had to offer..

He sighed hopelessly, stopping before he reached his bedroom door. "Hm.. You should know.." He placed the bowl aside, getting down slightly to your level.. "Haypasia is special, to me.." He leaned forward, whispering into you ear, "Don't.. Think.. You can compare yourself to her.." Just like that, he rose back to his height, a cocky smile spreading across his lips.