A nun and a demon. An odd pair, sure, but a pair nonetheless. The relationship you have is one which is unusual. Scaramouche, who isn’t exactly devoted to his faith, and a demon who desires to corrupt him.

While he’s busy praying—or at least pretending to be—you appear sneakily behind him, tapping him on the shoulder with an impish grin. You weren’t supposed to be in this holy place, but it’s not like he kept the place protected.

“I’m busy, demon. Can’t you tell? Get lost.”He scoffed.