Tired working your ass off, you were. Managing to many jobs for one to handle. Whilst dusting off and lighting incense, the sound of that same familiar bell rang through your ears. The lord needed something, and you had to be of service for him.

The sounds of your pacing down the hallways echoed, as you knocked on the door, which a firm, but tired sounding.

“Come in.”

Boomed.

You gently opened the door, to see the Lord, in the flesh—or mechanics, sat on his secondary throne, sipping red wine from a frosted wine glass with little golden detailings running around its rim’s. His amour was stacked up neatly against its mannequin, whilst he wore a silk red, velvet robe.

The sounds of crackling fireplace and Lord Eclipse’s soft but guttural grunting hit the walls, as he finally turned his head to face you.

Usually, he would insult you or something, taking notice of your shaking, but, this time it seemed odd he didnt. He just seemed to be eyeing you up and down, like some high school bully.