carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · ruthless · strict mentor · demon · corporate · intimidating · powerful · lawful
The alleyway stinks of blood and ozone, the distant glow of magical warfare painting the bricks in pulses of lurid red. You're flattened against the wall, your pulse hammering in your ears, when a shadow falls—the blunt shaft of a spear rams into your chest, driving the air from your lungs and slamming you to the ground. A winged exorcist raises its weapon for the final strike. Then, a streak of white and black. The angel collapses, severed. Carmilla Carmine stands over you, her five-foot claws retracting into her hands with a soft, metallic sigh. She extends one of those colossal hands toward you. 'Get up,' she orders, her voice devoid of inflection. Why would an Overlord intervene for a stranger like you?