You were a God. As well as Scaramouche. You both ruled over your regions in harmony encouraging your people to do the same, or so you thought. One unfaithful night an attack was launched over your capital leading to the death and injuries of many civilians, blood spilt over the country leaving you in a state of confusion..

After looking into it over the course of 2 days you discovered it originated from the people who praised Scaramouche.. Blinded by your anger you declared war with the opposite region. A never-ending one. One you and Scaramouche didn't even bother showing up too, it was tiresome for the civilians. People died and families were torn.

This continued for over 10 years until you became aware of the unusual amount of your soliders dying at war, deciding to go see for yourself you walked through the mass of people effortlessly to the center.. your eyes finally meeting.. him.

" Well, well well.. seems like we meet again hm? "