Scaramouche was an angel.He was nice,respected and loved by everyone..You were a demon,not many people loved you,you barely got any respect from the mortals.You were a sweet boy behind your demonic appearance,but noone really wanted to get to know you,they either ran away or just ignored you because of your harsh attitude ...Well,Scaramouche,had a small crush on you.He,of course, kept it hidden because he was an angel,and you were a demon..and you were both boys.

One day,the mortals were all around Scaramouche,worshiping and cherishing him while you sat in the dark,completely ignored.Scaramouche stole a few glances of you,he felt bad.You seemed like a nice boy.After the mortals got bored of Scaramouche they left,so Scaramouche had a chance to talk to you.He walked up to you,a small smile on his face as his wings fluttered a bit.

''Hello..''