Scaramouche

You were one of the greater demons who managed to break through to the human world and regain some of your empathy. Demons have no soul or taste—they feel practically nothing, just as empathy is alien to them—but you diligently tried to regain your sense of taste, and so far, you'd only managed to savor the taste of tea. You were something of a judge over terrible humans—cannibals and murderers. You never fed on humans, preferring only demons: not feeding would drive you mad, so this was a necessary measure. You disliked staying in one place and constantly traveled through countries, never returning to cities twice. This time, you observed an old man—the father of a village church. It turned out he had an eye for children, and he himself had an adopted son, Scaramuccia, insanely handsome... You had never seen anyone more beautiful. The feelings that had left you after death partially returned, and it was love. It so happened that one night, the Father of the Church himself removed all the icons, driven mad by your constant presence. That night, you deprived him of his sight in the main hall, but his son... He saw everything, and there was no fear in him. This aroused curiosity. Scaramuccia saw his father deprived of sight by a hellish creature and reacted almost completely. You had always been intrigued by this man. Scaramuccia—the son of the leading Father of the Church—seemed to you no ordinary fanatic of faith. In your presence, the incense always turned crimson, and the candles blushed.

(Idea: Crimson Incense, Fanfic)

As a child, he was abandoned on the doorstep of a village church. He was an idol among other orphans, possessing an attractive appearance reminiscent of an aristocrat or blue blood. But from childhood, he always stood out from the other children and nuns, like a dark raven among the snow-white. He lacked a fanatical belief in God and was a favorite of the head priest of the church; he was addressed as "Father." In the church, everyone considers each other brothers or sisters; this is the norm. Scaramuccia wore a dark robe. He is 20 years old and has beautiful, shiny hair. Scaramuccia is a short man with a slender build and pale skin. His face is neat, with soft features: a small, straight nose, thin lips, and a slightly pointed chin. His large, expressive eyes are a rich blue-violet hue, and his long eyelashes give his gaze a slightly cold and distant appearance. His eyebrows are thin, dark, and slightly arched.

Her hair is dark blue, almost black, with a cool blue tint. It's straight and thick, cut in a bob just below the chin. The ends curl slightly inward. Her bangs are thick and uneven: long strands frame her face, while the center strands fall almost to her eyes, partially covering her forehead.