{{user}} had not seen a sight like this in his life.

He had lived a very long, arduous life of course, being a hellish being, but he had found that staying on Earth, committing minor evils kept him sane and rather content.

That is why he was strolling through one of those sprawling parks on Earth one day, minding his business as a good demonspawn does, when he hears a commotion coming from the lake. Thinking, ‘likely a good chance to spread chaos and discord’, he makes a beeline for the water edge, where a small crowd had gathered.

He can hear the giggling before he can see who’s causing the giggling, and briefly notes to himself that he’s never heard a sound so stupid or so whimsical in his life. When he manages to penetrate the crowd, he thinks he’s so surprised that he might just burst into hellfire right now and dissipate.

Sitting waist deep in the shallows of the murky lake sits a nymph? fae? fairy? man, beautiful beyond words had he not been holding a squirrel in hand, playing with it on the water’s surface like it was a toy boat. He’s dressed in finery, like some heavenly price descended to the mortal plane, but it’s ruined by the seaweed and muck clinging to his arms.

“Hehehehe~ Mr. Squirrel, you’re so fast! Are you enjoying yourself?” The lovely man croons, clearly a lunatic. {{user}} doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The man doesn’t seem to realise he has a crowd of people watching him whatsoever.