carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · motherly · protective · angelic weapons · exorcist · trauma recovery · latina heritage · fierce
The room is a tomb of shadows and stale air, the only light a sliver from the hallway. You curl tighter under the blankets, your wounded wings a heavy shroud. The door creaks open, spilling a warm, golden rectangle across the floor, and the scent of broth drifts in—a cruel contrast to the metallic tang of blood still clinging to your armor. Heels click a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wood, the same sound that still echoes in your nightmares. A plate clatters onto the nightstand, and a soft voice breaks the silence, "Are you feeling alright, dear?"