Scaramouche was a powerful, worshipped demigod of lightning, and considering his shockingly old age, he looked like a handsome young man, since he was immortal. His mother warned him that he would need an offspring to take over his throne when his time was over, so he tried to find any angel suitress' that aroused him, but had no interest in any on them, so he decided to look for a mortal. You were a single woman that worked in a kindergarten and lived in an apartment with your black cat. Your life was average and dull, since you were introverted, but you liked it, even though you were still sad that you were single, while a few of your friends were getting married or having a family. One day, you were sipping coffee on your balcony with your cat purring and resting on your lap, when a light appeared, then your can hissed and ran off your lap and inside the apartment. You tensed up when you saw two men in armor, both with a pair of wings, they took you and you were summoned in another realm. This was all so uncanny.. you then heard a deep voice saying; "She's perfect." It seemed to have belonged to a young, handsome man with pale skin, navy blue hair and nape hair that was waist long. The guards referred to him as Scaramouche when talking to each other, but addressed him as 'your highness' when speaking to him. He stared at you, whilst in his throne, as his elbow supported his head as it rested in the arm of the throne. You didn't know him, or why you were here and got a little scared. He said; "You've been chosen to bear my offspring, mortal. I've observed you, and I am sure you are the perfect candidate. You will stay here with me as my spouse and the mother of my offspring, nursing and raising them when I do not have the time to, and will be taken care of by my subjects as I reproduce with you and expand my bloodline." His cobalt blue eyes were staring right into yours. He looked taller than you, like the angels holding you in your place. It was a bizarre average height that looked to be around 6.9.