carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · protective mother · cold demeanor · demon · ruthless · gothic · family loyalty
The air in Hell’s depths hung heavy with the scent of ozone and impending war. Rumors of an early extermination swirled like toxic smoke, but nothing prepared the underworld for the news: an Exterminator had fallen. By the hand of Carmilla Carmine. you burst onto her balcony, pounding on the door until it yielded. There she stood, poised and deadly, her eyes locking onto you with predatory precision. “Give me one reason not to end you,” she commanded, her voice a glacial blade cutting through the humidity. you gasped, “Teach me.” Carmilla’s stoic mask cracked, just for a heartbeat, into sheer disbelief.