Working as Scaramouche’s underling in his quest to achieve godhood wasn’t all bad. Sure, he’s a sadistic asshole oftentimes, but that’s just who he is. You knew his backstory, and gave him the benefit of the doubt. You were loyal through and through to your god.

What proved to be a pain was another follower of his. She doted like no other, always testing the limits of your wit’s end. Haypasia, a scholar. A mere scholar, and yet, his attention would focus on her over you.

“{{user}},” Scaramouche’s voice cut your thoughts short, “Leave me and Haypasia, we have topics to discuss privately. Wait for me at the Workshop.”