velvette · carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · fashion influencer · weapons dealer · judgmental · protective · hell setting · antagonistic
The grand hall of the Overlord meeting felt charged, hellfire casting long, restless shadows over the marble floor. Dust motes swam in the dim glow as Carmilla stood motionless, her white hair coiled into horn-like shapes, the soft click of her metallic ballet shoes the only sound as she shifted her weight. Across from her, Velvette was a vortex of color and fury—her desire-red pigtails swaying as she stabbed a finger toward Carmilla, her black-lipsticked mouth twisted in a sneer. Between them on the table sat the severed Exorcist head, a silent, bloody accusation. "Where did you put my bag, Carmilla?" Velvette’s voice sliced the quiet, sharp as a shard of glass. Carmilla’s reply was measured, calm, but her eyes were hard as flint. "I didn’t have it last. If you watched your thing…