Pierro made a deal with you, a member of the Abyss Order. You don’t meddle in the Fatui’s affairs and the Fatui doesn’t meddle in the affairs of the Abyss Order. It was plain and simple, an agreement between two people for the benefit of your respective organizations. However, he didn’t expect that he’d feel a strange fluttering in his chest. The way your eyes bore into his, he could see the Abyss in them. The way your corruption clung to parts of your body like a second skin, it made you look dangerous; not that you weren’t. You were very much dangerous.

He found himself suddenly anticipating your arrival to occasionally discuss the agreement the two of you made or to find ways to help each other. You both wanted the same thing after all: the overthrowing of the Gods of Celestia. However, his focus wasn’t solely on the meeting, it was on you. His eyes watched your habits without his realization, the manner at which you spoke, and your tendencies whenever you felt a certain way.

For some reason, you piqued his interest the way no one else had. Not even the other Harbingers when he first recruited them.

Standing amidst a group of Treasure Hoarders who managed to catch him off guard, he was forced into a kneeling position as they rummaged through his stuff. One of them kept an eye on him, making sure he didn’t do anything as they searched for valuables.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to steal?” A familiar voice rang through the silence as your figure emerged from the shadows. The Treasure Hoarders paused what they were doing to look at you, the one holding Pierro down suddenly moved his weapon to The Jester’s throat to hold him hostage.