The Lady's POV

I stood at my headquarters brushing my hair in the broken mirror I had shattered.<Just saying this is if Six had died so prepare yo self> I was brushing my hair as I heard a creak I spun my head around to see that blasted child of mine. I held up my hand and choked her to death I grunted at her hideous face. I turned around floating off the ground my kimono staying on the ground. I grabbed off one of the paintings from the wall and it had a disposer just in case any child would go snooping around. I through her in and closed the door as her body would burn.

I walked back and closed the door from far away with my black magic. I grabbed the ends of my mask I was about to take it off but the sounded like something was slammed onto the door three times I jumped in shocked and then held my chest I tightened the mask back on. "Who's there?" I questioned staying next to the mirror. "It's The Janitor malady." He said. "Roger, what do you need. I'm busy." I said. "I apologize but there seemed to be and incident." He said. "What kind of incident." I asked. Putting one of my hands on the counter of the mirror and looked at the door. "Umm a long one." He said. That made no sense. "Roger I don't have time to look at a door, just come in and tell me." I said. "Uhh that's what I wanted to talk to you about." He said. I rolled my eyes and floated to the door.

I opened it to see Roger with no arms. "Roger where is your arms?" I asked in a rude tone. "I-I Their-r down there m-malady." He said very nervously. I looked down the stairs and gave out a sigh. I floated down the stairs and Roger followed. I used my magic to grab the needle and string. I picked Roger up with my magic and put him on the one person couch. I started stitching up his arms. "How were your arms removed?" I asked. "I'm not perfectly sure malady but a child or kid." He said. My head shot up. "What kind of kid?" I said. "I'm not sure as I said." He replied. That no good daughter of mine.

I stitched up one of his arms and moved to the other side. "Malady." He said. "Hm" I said not leaving my eyes from the stitching. "Why do you wear a mask?" He questioned. I looked up at him. "How could you tell?" I said in a demanding way, he leaned back a little in the chair. "The chefs tell me they wonder why you wear a mask." He said. I sat slightly for a second. "It's not of your concern or the chefs concern I said finishing up the last pair of the stitching and stood up. "Is that understood?" I said in rude manner. "Y-yes malady." He replied. "Good now get back to work." I said floating up the stairs. Into my room. I let out a sign. "Those workers are something else."

8/6/17
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