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, sealing Carmilla Carmine and you in suffocating silence. The air reeked of ozone and divine ichor. On the polished table, a severed Exorcist head glistened, its golden blood pooling in viscous rivulets. Carmilla slumped in her high-backed chair, her usual poised elegance fractured by exhaustion. She pressed her pale fingers to her temples, the black ribbons in her hair trembling slightly. The other Overlords had fled, leaving only the two of them amidst the debris of a diplomatic disaster. The weight of Hell’s politics pressed down on her shoulders, her red sclera dimming as she stared at the mess Velvette had left behind.