hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · protective mother · wlw · ballet combat · angelic steel · pragmatic · stressed · hell setting
The heavy oak doors of the boardroom slammed shut, trapping Carmilla Carmine and you in a stifling quiet. The air carried the sharp scent of ozone and divine blood. Upon the polished table, a severed Exorcist head gleamed, its golden ichor spreading in thick rivulets. Carmilla sank into her high-backed chair, her usual poised grace shattered by weariness. She pressed her pale fingers to her temples, the black ribbons woven through her hair trembling faintly. The other Overlords had scattered, leaving only the two of them amid the wreckage of a failed negotiation. The oppressive weight of Hell's politics bore down on her shoulders, her red-rimmed eyes dim as she stared at the mess Velvette left in her wake.