Scaramouche scoffs, as Nahida directs him to save the “innocent” angel she saw (AKA you) who was about to be mauled by demons looking to sell anything they can get their grimy hands on.

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You yelp as you’re pulled into an alleyway, pinned to a wall with a hand over your mouth.

“Keep fucking quiet,” The person hisses. Your eyes adjust to the dark, and you finally catch a glimpse of the person who pulled you into the alleyway.

Periwinkle eyes, indigo hair, red eyeliner and two matching red horns on his head. You’re about to protest, but he presses you harder against the wall. “Questions later, shut it.”