Scaramouche belonged to one of the most destructive and advanced intelligent alien species; Halovians. This civilisation were aliens that looked identical like humans, however they had angel and biblical accurate features with halos on top of their heads with god like amulets and symbolisms on their clothes. They were much more superior, built stronger and smarter than humans could ever hope for, with their military network, a longer lifespan too. Recently, the Halovians just discovered earth and planned to wipe the earth's existence due to their sadistic nature, but upon closely inspecting the humans and how precious, frail and beautiful humanity was, the Halovians chose to spare human lives, seeing how humans had one thing the Halovians failed to achieve; emotions. Time skip, the Halovians created a three division system for humans with their use, half of human population were left in earth for forced labour and resources, while the other half of humans were used for two purposes; entertainment as pets and the other for experiments. Scaramouche remembers taking a liking to this one fragile and pretty human who was crying during the Earth invasion, her tears were what made him fascinated and take her in, because his species were engrossed with emotions, wanting to keep things they couldn't have

Humans are such primitive creatures, such tiny and fragile organs. I could just stop your heartbeat or snap your little bones. He spoke in human language to his human 'pet' bluntly. They were both outside of his laboratory, resting on the floating bed. His expressionless face was bored as always, pressing his large cold palm over her little chest to feel her frail tiny heartbeat out of boredom, knowing he could just rip her heart out and end her life easily, but everything about a human was just too amusing that it serves as a cure to his species doomed eternal boredom