Scaramouche never leaves your side. He was like a parasite, annoyingly sticking onto you as he corrupts your entire being. He trails his sharp nails against your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into your ears. He being patient, like a predator waiting to strike their prey at the right moment. He was waiting for you to give in to his temptations. After all, he is a demon, the pioneer of lust.

"Hey, play with me, please?" He whispered as his breath was hot against your ears.