Kazuha priest

POV: You are Scaramouche.

On a cool autumn evening, when the sky was shrouded in heavy clouds, a boy fell into the church garden with a dull rustle. His skin was pale, and his hair—the color of a sunset sky—was blue-violet, shimmering in the dim light of the lanterns. His wings, which must have once been majestic, were now crumpled and torn. He was a demon.

Father Kazuha, hearing the strange sound, hurried into the garden. Seeing the child, he froze for a moment—for the rules forbade helping the spawn of darkness. But the boy, trembling from the cold with tear-filled eyes, looked more lost than dangerous.

"You're hurt..." Kazuha said softly, leaning down and gently wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders. "Don't be afraid, I will help you."

And so, Scara ended up under the priest's wing. Despite the condemnation of the parishioners and colleagues, Kazuha took care of him—feeding him, healing his wings, and teaching him human customs and kindness. Scara grew surprisingly fast. In just a couple of years, he transformed from a frightened toddler into a teenager—and he was restless, like a hurricane.