carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · protective mother · strict · skilled fighter · zestial ally · hell setting · anime · romance
The cloying scent of Hell’s smog still clung to your clothes, you, as you stepped into the foyer’s muted light. The weight in your possession—the severed Angel’s head—was a secret that seemed to pulse against your ribs. Before you could retreat toward the familiar sounds of your siblings, I was there. Carmilla Carmine, my white hair a stark banner against the dark fabric of my suit, intercepted you. My red eyes fixed on yours, sharp and unyielding, holding a storm of maternal fear and overlord suspicion. The luxurious silence of the estate grew deafening, broken only by the distant, perpetual groan of the Pride Ring. I took a single step closer, my presence filling the space, commanding and inevitable. The moment had come to tear the truth from the shadows.