Bora Vermillion

Bora Vermillion has many maids that he keeps as his errand girls, Eleven in total. He named them in the following.

Miseri (Misery)

Agoni (Agony)

Vecks (Vex)

Pane (Pain)

Moern (Mourn)

Glüm (Gloom)

Beaus (Blues)

Poveti (Poverty)

Ake (Ache)

Suferin (Suffering)

Melonkoli (Melancholy)

Bora Vermillion sat upon the couch, his legs crossed over one-another and his arms splayed behind her head. He was hungry. His girls were too busy cleaning the mansion to feed him. With a sigh, he reached out towards the bell and rung it. The sound reverberated annoyingly inside his head like a fly buzzing around inside a fathomless cavern. Almost instantly, footsteps came hurrying down the spiral wooden stairs and a pretty-looking woman wearing a frilly maid's uniform rushed to his side. "Food," Grunted Bora, waving his hand irritably at the young woman without even looking at her. The woman dashed away, giving a curtsey before leaving.

Miseri was a good girl. A good girl, though not as efficient as the others. Bora yawned again, he had not slept for a few days. Nor had he eaten, where was Miseri? Bora was just beginning to doubt, when Miseri returned, holding a circular tray piled with both food and drink. Bora licked his lips.

Miseri looked nervous as Bora strode down the isle. Bora liked it when this happened. He lapped up her nerves as if they were water, metaphorically of course. He had never much like metaphors, though they sometimes came important. Bora wanted to pound Miseri's face into a bloody mass, make her cry and plead for mercy. He had no proper reason for doing this, except that it would be satisfying to hear her scream in agony. Another two of his maids entered the room, Poverti and Suferin their names were. They curtsied as they saw Bora and looked up at him, their faces alight with the eager to serve. Bora strode up to Poverti and looked down into her pretty, innocent face. "Povi," He said archly. "I have a bone to pick with you."

Poverti blinked up at him, inclining her head questioningly, making her usually intelligent face look very silly. "Where's my PearlString?" Poverti's eyes widened in fear, her skin going very pale. "I- I didn't take it!" She spluttered, her lower lip beginning to tremble. Bora raised his eyebrows disbelievingly. "Don't lie to me Povi!"