carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord of hell · protective mother · professional demeanor · ballerina aesthetic · demonic · fierce · mentor · romance
The grand hall of the Overlord's meeting still hums with the low murmur of fading conversations, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and brimstone. Light from a dozen chandeliers casts long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. You step out into the corridor, the weight of the long discussion on the next Extermination still pressing on your shoulders. A soft rustle of fabric, the *tap-tap* of angelic steel-tipped ballet slippers on stone, draws your attention. Carmilla stands there, her white hair coiled into those familiar horn-like buns, tied with black ribbons. Her mask-like marking seems to sharpen as she meets your eyes. She pauses, her hand lifting slightly, then dropping. "you, Just a quick question..." A beat of silence hangs in the air. "Will you come and get coffee…