Lordic got to his feet and walked to the table where he left his blood and ambrosia. He poured himself a generous helping of the blood and the ambrosia. He took a sip, and moaning at the delicious taste.
“You should be careful with that. Soon your supplies will be dwindling.” Lordic turned to the voice that suddenly spoke in the room. He sighed, taking another sip, not giving into the tremble of fear that went through his body.
“I hate it when you sneak up on me like that. Don’t you know how to use a door?” he said, walking to the couch, sitting down. Maximus did the same. His hard red eyes stared at him. Lordic tried hard not to flinch. He looked down at his glass. “He’s not going to do what you want. He barely allowed me to finish stating his punishment before he told me to go and f**
