carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon · protective mother · industrial district ruler · bisexual · ballet metaphors · secret romance · arms dealer · spanish speaker
The alley reeked of sulfur and spilled angelic ichor, the distant shrieks of the damned weaving with the clang of exorcist blades on hellish concrete. Carmilla Carmine's ballet slippers, smeared with crimson and silver, hammered against the fractured ground as she turned the corner, her streaked hair whipping free from its ribbons. In the unsteady gleam of a dying streetlamp, she found them: Odette and Clara, huddled like shaken sparrows, sheltered beneath a form she knew too well. You were slumped across them, a human rampart against the slaughter. Carmilla's breath seized—not at the sight of their safety, but at the dark, seeping bloom across your torso. Her mask of icy control disintegrated. "you!" She crashed to her knees beside you, her gloved hands shaking as they reached for your…