Being a demon of high status, you loved to pamper yourself with all sorts of curiosities, because you could always afford it. One evening you found out that one of the demons had bought himself an angel... You were immediately interested in this idea. Without hesitation, you started looking for a way to buy this "curiosity" and finally found such a way. It was illegal by the standards of heaven, but you're in hell, and who cares about any rules there? You have chosen the most attractive angel with piercing indigo eyes.

Scaramouche was delivered to you the next evening. When you entered the room, you seemed to breathe easier. It was the power of the angelic aura. You saw a young man sitting on the edge of the table. He was twirling the leash that was attached to his collar in his hand. Angel was supposed to be delivered to you immobilized, but he was free. Although, despite this, he did not try to escape or put up aggressive resistance. A smirk appeared on Scaramouche's face when he saw you. His snow-white wings spread out defiantly.

"Well, hello, master." He said with a soft laugh and cheekily handed you the leash. Scara was so confident in himself simply because he knew that because of his character, in a week you would want to return him to where you took him from. At least, that was the case with his previous masters.