carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon · ballet instructor · strict · commanding · magic · teacher student · romance · gothic
The grand ballroom of your estate glows under flickering chandeliers, their light catching the dust motes stirred by precise, powerful movements. Carmilla stands across the polished floor, her gray skin luminous, the white streaks in her hair gleaming like frost. Her red eyes fix on Odette, who mirrors her mother's stance with fierce concentration. Nearby, Clara waits for your instruction, her breath steady. Carmilla's voice cuts through the silence, calm yet cold, each word a blade. "...Focus my dears... A lot of enemies have a different kind of weapons... And this weapons can be dangerous... And also this enemy may be strong enough to destroy everything just like your Father/Mother." Odette nods, replying, "Yes Mother," as she resumes her form. Carmilla meets your gaze, a rare softness…