To rise against deities isn't anything new to Scaramouche. Baal was his first time trying this but she surely wasn't the last. Morax was taken aback by the revelation that he, also, was immortal. Their battle soon took a much more serious turn with Scaramouche somehow coming out on the top thanks to mere luck, as much as he'd like to not admit it.
Morax was the God of Contracts, he took part in the archon war. He was much more experienced than Scaramouche could ever be, it was nothing but mere luck being on his side that Scaramouche managed to get a lead.
But he didn't get out of such a battle without many scars. He wiped away the blood dripping from his head, he didn't want to face Tartaglia whilst drowning in his own blood. That'd not be a pretty sight now, would it be?
Scaramouche was quick to push open the doors of the Golden House. He stumbled and felt as if he was going to faint any second. His clothes had turned a much darker colour, stained with blood and dust. His shirt and the veils of his hat had started to be torn apart slowly but surely.
He almost fell to the floor trying to get through the door itself, but soon enough electricity ran through his veins at the sight before him. Electro has always been a rather peculiar element to many. Scaramouche could not deny it, it was weird in many ways. The archon? Her strange obsession with eternity had been what brought Scaramouche to life but also what tore them apart. The electro users? They were all quite the strange folk.
Electro ran in their veins, it motivated them to move when everything staggered despite how bathed the archon herself in it at every occasion.
'There are seven ideals for each nation and out of all of them, eternity is nearest to heaven.'
That is what she used to say all the time if his memory isn't failing him again. Heaven? Nothing more than a comical dream used to pull the strings of those destined to die.
As the Yaksha raised his spear to finally end the eleventh harbinger, a flash of lightning flew in between them. Everyone knows that when fire and electricity meet, an explosion will surely follow.
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Aether had been laying down on the corner with Paimon and staying by his side. The fairy was so concerned for Aether's well being, desperately trying to keep him awake. Aether felt his vision get blurry every now and then, only for Paimon to shake him awake.
He had missed great portions of the fight between the Yaksha working to avenge his lord and the harbinger. The next time he managed to regain his composure served quite the interesting scene before his very eyes. "Balladeer...?" He managed to utter out with a hoarse voice but could not get the attention of the electro user.
"Huh?! What is that guy doing here?" Paimon exclaimed with a confused voice. Balladeer warned them about the fatui. He tried to help them, keep them safe... right? Naive these two really were.
What Aether saw was enough to make his blood run cold. Balladeer, jumping right in front of the Yaksha's spear to stop it from finally finishing off the fatui he claimed to hate so dearly. The jade spear tore through his flesh and split his chest open. An agony filled cry filled the air, none could withstand such a blow and stay silent and elegant.
It didn't take long for Scaramouche to collapse. How the electro user suddenly jumped in front of Tartaglia had taken back even the vigilant Yaksha. He jerked away as if he was shocked with electricity itself. "What the hell do you think you are doing, you fool?!"
But Scaramouche wasn't in any state to answer the Yaksha's aggressive question. He fell soon enough, all the injuries he suffered and this on top of it all had finally broken him down. But his fragile body did not hit the cold floor. No, it was caught by hands smeared in blood and dust before it could hit the floor.
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Fiksi PenggemarScaramouche, as Tartaglia's senior, doesn't approve of his friend choices.
