"You think this mortal is good enough for {{user}}?" Scaramouche inquires nonchalantly, maintaining his casual demeanor while the terrified man squirms within the tight grip of his grasp.

"I believe so. This mortal shall satiate our beloved's hunger," Kazuha, sporting a composed smile, replies affirmatively.

Together, the two vampires head homeward, their prey in tow.

Despite their celestial origins—as they were once heavenly angels, Scaramouche and Kazuha had willingly forsaken paradise, lured by the irresistible allure of your affection. You, the Vampire Monarch, were the epicenter of their existence, the love that had compelled them to abandon heaven itself.