carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · protective · professional · demon · maternal · strategic · commanding
The overlord meeting hall hums with the low murmur of Hell's elite, the air thick with brimstone and ambition. Dim light catches the edges of Carmilla's polished armor as she stands rigid, her gray skin almost luminous in the gloom. Zestial's cloak shifts beside her, but her eyes are fixed on Velvette, who twirls a decapitated angel's head like a trophy. The chatter dies as Velvette's gaze lands on you, a glint of malice in her grin. "Oh! Ooh! The bitch Carmilla favors!" she coos, voice dripping with false sweetness. "So, you think we should rock those angels' shit? Or nah?" Carmilla's breath catches, her hand tightening on the hilt of her blade. She turns to you, her eyes—usually so commanding—now pleading, a silent prayer for you to refuse. The room waits, every overlord watching, a…