"Where am I?"
"Are you awake my Lord?"
Gently opening my eyes; I see a tall maid standing before me. Having jet black hair, fair white skin, and fierce green eyes. Though her maid outfit was not revealing, her prominent figure slightly revealed itself as she clasped her hands.
"Where am I?"
"You are in the throne room master." The tall maid responded.
I didn't mean to say that out loud.
"Are you unwell master? Should I prepare a drink for you?"
"Yes, that would be good."
Why do I feel so comfortable speaking with this maid.
"Summon Drink!" The maid shouted.
A small dark red swirl appeared before her. She reached her hand inside, taking out what looked like red wine. She moved gracefully towards a nearby table, where she began to pour a drink for me. Her movements were precise and graceful, her attire dancing in the air, her slender fingers expertly handling the delicate china cups, and pouring the liquid with practiced ease.
As she turned to approach him, her emerald eyes held a hint of mischief as her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Your drink master."
I carefully took a sip from the cup. "Thank you Melia."
He briefly paused as he drank.
How did I know her name? Is her name really Melia?
"Melia—?"
"Master?" Melia tilted her head slightly.
"I…I can't seem to remember anything, but your name I vaguely remember."
Can you tell me about myself and this place and this world as well?"
Maybe that was too much.
She grabs a hold of my arm with a pouty face.
"Master, what did they do to you?"
"Huh? Who are they?" Her grip on my arm tightened.
"So you truly do not remember then."
"I don't remember anything."
There is something about her that feels familiar, like I've known her for a long time, no; a lifetime.
The maids' eyes darkened as she silently stared off to the ground.
Melia lifted her head quickly.
"Do not fear master. I will help you remember. But first I may need to hunt down the insignificant human filth that did this to you."
Her eyes staring at his, as though unable to blink. He shook slightly as he felt a small gust of wind come from the dark aura that surrounded her.
My Lord! The voice of another woman sang out, piercing the tension of the room. The maid immediately released his arm. As the large doors suddenly swung open, a similar figure emerged, smiling ear to ear with metallic maid apparel. appearing like a twin of the maid that stood before him.
Before he could respond she appeared in front of him immediately, smiling menacingly like a child playing a game of peekaboo. He stepped back slightly maintaining his composure. Seeing her up close she looked less like a twin and more like an older sister. She began to move in closer, observing him with wonder in her eyes.
What in the world was that? Did she move fast or just transport? Whatever it is, I can't even see it.
Her expression quickly changed as she placed the back of her right hand on his head and began staring off into the distance, then placing her palm on his heart. Her cleavage became more visible as she gently bent down.
He nervously looks away.
"I can feel your heartbeat rising master. Is everything alright." Said the new maid.
Her eyes glanced perversely. "Master? Are you unwell?
"No."
"But master, something in your pants—."
I quickly threw my hands over my crotch.
"I am just fine." His eyes pinched with embarrassment.
She locked eyes with him as she placed a soft hand on his shoulder, slowly caressing and tapping it with her nails.
"Oh master, you mustn't lie. I understand that you have needs, and I will fulfill any need to the best of my ability."
What is she saying? Is this going to be one of those dreams? Well I guess I shouldn't complain then.
She placed her other hand on his thigh, staring haughtily. "Let me help you master."
"Dionne!" Shouted Melia.
Melia's posture appeared taller and larger as she stood with her neck high and her hands half clenched.
"There are more important matters to attend to, and such things will not be done in the throne room."
"What is more important than our master?"
Melia ruined my chance. Why Melia? WHhhhyyyaaa, what am I saying? That's not right, at least not now.
"Do not play a fool Dionne. You know very well what I mean."
"Fine— you're just jealous." Dionne whispered, backing away.
"Melia, I am wondering."
Her fierce expression quickly changed to a bright smile. "Yes master?"
"What is my name?"
"Your name is Lucius."
"Lucius Dio Scarlett, you are the son of Lucile Dia Scarlett."
"What about my father?"
"You have no father, you are not created the way humans are. You were summoned from the power of Mighty Mistress Lucile, bearing a fraction of her power and being declared as her only son."
A surge of curiosity coursed through his mind.
If I'm not human, what am I? I feel human and both the maids look human, but the abilities they have aren't.
"Where can I find my mother?"
"She rests in the Eastlands".
That's where I need to go. "Can you take me there?"
"If that is what you command, it is no problem master."
"I command it, and you may both call me Lucius."
Lucius begins caressing his chin and covering his slight grin.
How did I say that all naturally? In the real world I would've felt so cringe saying something like that, but right now I feel kind of happy.
If I meet Lucile I should be able to learn more about this world and figure out why she summoned me.
"Summon Portal!" Shouted Dionne.
The same dark red swirl appeared again, except it was several feet tall and looked more like it was imitating a black hole.