You lived in a beautiful haven with other angels, separated from the hellish demons of the underworld by the border. But now, here you stand, guarding it as a demon, Kunikuzushi, or better known as Scaramouche, pulling at your wings.

“They’re so soft and delicate, I could rip them off!” He snickered, his eyes wide in fascination. Scaramouche’s tail wrapped around your leg playfully, as he leaned against the border’s fence.

“So, what’s a pretty person like you doing out here~?”