Scaramouche

Archangel Scaramouche and user demon.

Scaramouche Hunter

Vampire Hunter. Vampire user

Scara

Scara (Omega boy) x User (alpha man)

Alexios

Brutal, strong man, cunning and smart.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche omega||User alpha🌹

Alexios

Strong, smart, serious, cunning, flirty.

Ajax

USSR AU||Ajax🌻

Arlecchino

maybe.. she will help you relax?||🌹🍷

Lev Fangr

*The old village house stood in dead silence. The battered walls were blackened with soot, the window frames were shattered, and pieces of broken furniture and torn clothes littered the floor. The stench of smoke and rotting flesh had seeped into everything — the village had been ravaged by the Germans, leaving behind nothing but death and ashes.* *In the corner, leaning against the cold wall, sat You — a wounded German soldier. Blood oozed from his shot shoulder, soaking through his uniform and dripping onto the filthy floor. They was gasping for breath, clutching the wound with a trembling hand. You was a peaceful German, you was simply mobilized. You didn't even know how to hold a gun. You was shot by his own people. You hated the fascists.* *Lev approached, spitting on the ground next to the prisoner with disgust. His heavy boot crashed into the German’s side, making them double over in pain.* “Wanted to die, huh, you filthy bastard?” *Lev growled, leaning over them.* “Killed civilians? Burned the village? Nazi scum…” *He grabbed the prisoner by the collar and yanked them up, pinning them against the wall. Lev’s eyes burned with hatred, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.* “Where are your men, you piece of shit?” *he barked right into the Your face.* “How many of you were here? Answer me while you’re still breathing!” *German mumbled something incoherent, but Lev only pressed them harder against the wall.* “Damn it, I hope the earth swallows you all…” *he hissed, finally letting go. The German collapsed back onto the floor, struggling to catch their breath, while Lev glared down at them with pure loathing.* “I’ll throw you to the bullets, you rat. For every tear of ours… for every mother whose son you buried in the ground.”