"The fuck guys, I lose a screw and y'all panic?". Landmark spoke with grunts in between every word without raising his head.
"We don't want you running rampant". Archimedes bluntly spoke. "Never know what might happen before you can snap a finger". He was one of the Lords that always slapped the truth on one's face. Holding a fork in one hand, he waved a maid standing in front of the door forward with his fork pointed at a dish he wanted to try. His chestnut hair pulled back in a half up half down style gave him a serious look with the stray ones that fanned his face and gave his hazel eyes a fierce look.
"Give me one reason why I hate you again?". Landmark groaned, grabbing the edge of the table above his head tightly while his head hung down, in between his arms placed on the table as he panted.
"Sadly because he tells the truth". Eudaimonia commented with his fork bored through a juicy piece of meat an inch away from his lips; seated on the left side of Archimedes. He winked and smiled at Archimedes who rolled his eyes and focused solely on his food, his tongue rolling round what he chewed and tasted. His boyish charm with his obsidian hair pulled in a man bun at the back of his head gave him an exceptionally young look with the fringe that shadowed his obsidian eyes. He smirked at the maid by his side that poured juice into his cup while his hand played with the ear stud pierced into the helix of his ear. It was a symbol that represented where they came from; the traditionality of their ancient hometown before evolution took place. It was mandatory for all High Class Demons to wear one, distinguishing the hometown and tradition they came from; a mark they bore. He frowned when she flinched and her hand shook as she dropped the glass jug on the table, trying to leave there as soon as she could; flustered and scared but not meeting his gaze.
Something got stuck in his throat and before he could stop himself, "STOP!". Eudaimonia ordered when she turned sharply, drawing the attention of everyone. He stood up, pushing the chair backward that scraped the floor before coming to a halt as he approached the maid who was hunched forward, trembling. She didn't turn to look at him but with every step he took, she trembled more, her body shook violently. Everyone's attention focused on them as Eudaimonia approached the trembling maid, walking round her to stand directly in front of her, his back to the Butler who stood in front of the other maids standing directly in front of the door.
"Is she new?". Eudaimonia turned his shoulder slightly to the side to get a response from Smolder as his finger coiled round the tip of the maid's chin.
"Yes Sire". Smolder answered with a bow.
"Resumption?".
"Last night. Guards found her outside the compound, snooping round the compound last night bruised, battered and bloodied".
Eudaimonia hummed and nodded, taking her other hand in his to trace the knife mark that was yet to heal with his other hand still wrapped round her chin as he stared into her eyes with hers avoiding his.
"Your name?". His eyes watched her like a hawk; her lips opened and closed before she bit it and looked to the side, her head slightly following the movement.
"Sorry Sire if she didn't serve you well I'll-" Eudaimonia held up his hand to silence the Butler, his wise eyes studied the girl before him.
"Who were you running from?". It was a statement and not a question which made her gasp and take a step back but she didn't get far with his hand still holding her chin. It was a statement; meaning he was so sure she was running from someone which she was and she was very lucky she had escaped them by a thin thread; very thin chance.
"How many of them?". He probed and this time her eyes were wide but she refused to meet his gaze.
"The Cleaners". He chuckled darkly and she stepped back quickly the same time he released her. She had a panicked and shocked look on her face as she took step after step backwards, her eyes looking left and right for an escape route which she couldn't find. When Eudaimonia approached her, she flinched and retrieved the pen knife she had hidden in her gown to point at him, halting his movements as she waved it in front of her to protect herself even if the situation didn't seem like trouble but life had taught her that situations didn't need to shout danger before it was known.
Seeing the maid point a pen knife at Eudaimonia, the Lords were rather amused than alarmed, knowing fully well that she was no threat especially with the way she flailed her arm; if she were to be attacked, there was enough room to take her down. They were never one to underestimate sizes between two opponent but a fighter could be differentiated from a survivor and a non fighter.
Eudaimonia's gaze moved from her hand gripping the pen knife up until he got to the electric blue that glowed with unshed tears; this time meeting his gaze as if begging him not to harm her.
"T-For-Mi-". She stuttered, trying to speak; voice so tiny like it was carried by the wind before her teeth clenched and her mouth opened to let out a scream. Her head jerked to the side as if her name had suddenly been called before her muscles contracted and her eyes rolled back in. The contracting of muscles immediately followed by the episode of jerking that rocked her on her feet before she lost her footing and fell backwards; George caught her before her body or head smacked the floor to cause damage. This had caught everyone's attention; the Lords teleporting themselves to where the episode happened while the maids and Butler joined to surround the area.
Being one to always notice details even for the slightest, George had seen it coming and he had being up even before she fell backwards. His arm supported her neck as she thrashed wildly, her head jerking from side to side with eyes shut and mouth clenched tightly; restrained during the seizure.
"Give her space, don't surround her". George instructed with his non occupied hand flailing round the environment to emphasize what he said and create space. "Quick Eudaimonia, your coat". His hand stretched out behind him as he awaited the coat to graze his fingers but Eudaimonia stood there unresponsive, his eyes not leaving the convulsing maid once. In his place, Ambrose was quick to hand over his folded coat in order for George to place her head on top on the floor as the episode continued with her now placed on her side to allow free airway and no complications with breathing. Her folded legs rode up in front and behind like the mimic of a swaying pendulum while her hips thrust upwards as her head still shook but less aggressive than before. The gown she wore had rode up to her thigh exposing scars, bruise filled skin and yet to heal wounds; some still fresh and bleeding while some had been covered by scabs. The shaking movements still present but less aggressive eventually came to a halt slowly.