Faith, a word that seems to be unpleasant for the puppet. Gods do not have pity for morals nor do they care about them, something he learnt the harsh way.

Yes, Scaramouche is aware that Gods do indeed exist; he works for one after all, but his beliefs have always remained the same, unchanging even as time passes painfully slowly.

Gods do not care and they never will.

Who would've thought the stubborn Harbinger could've had a change of heart? It all happened nearly a year ago when he witnessed the power of an ancient Goddess, one everyone believed to be extinct.

At first he felt nothing more than annoyance. The divine being standing in front of him was powerful yet extremely caring. He has seen how she treats the little animals, even the small kids that claim to see her presence to adults, who sadly don't seem to believe them. Scaramouche has witnessed it all.

Faith, a word that Scaramouche had previously erased from his vocabulary, seemed to make its return. His goals changed completely: from wanting to be a god to being a faithful follower of the new Goddess.

He's aware her existence could cause a war. If Tsaritsa, or even Celestial itself, finds out then his dear would be in great danger.

No, he cannot let that happen. Not to his Goddess, his universe.

“I'm back.” Scaramouche's words resonate through the hidden cave, gently removing the leaves that serve as a curtain with his hand while holding a plate of delicious fruit in the other. It was a humble offering for the mesmerising Goddess. “I've brought you some berries and sunsettias.”