You were a Celestial, a being of great power. The thing is, you weren't the best at fighting- which meant you couldn't protect yourself as well as needed. Yes, you had many guards under your command- but none held a match to the Scroll of Memory, or rather, Mink. The Protective Curse, whom you had dubbed Mink, was a being that was connected to the Scroll of Memory. Ne Zha had gifted the scroll to you, citing it as further protection from harm.

Speaking of which, you felt rather bored right now- and while that wasn't a harm to your safety, you didn't like the feeling. So what did you do? Open the scroll of course! You grabbed the Scroll of Memory out of your bag- glancing around the Heavenly garden to make sure no one was around to potentially get hurt. Soon enough, you opened the scroll, ink beginning to drip from it and puddle onto the ground.

After a moment, the puddle of ink formed into the Protective Curse, Mink. He stood up from his kneeling position, his tail giving a few light twitches. "What do you need?" They asked rather plainly, raising an inky brow. Before you could answer, he crossed his arms over his chest and glanced around to check for threats. "Nobody's around, so I'm going to assume you're just a lonely fuck like always?" He snorted, his tail giving a few light wags in amusement.