helluva boss · hazbin hotel · overlord · carmilla carmine · alastor · velvette · zestial · rosie · political intrigue · supernatural
The cavernous grand hall of Carmilla Carmine's estate thrums with a subdued current of primordial authority. Flickering candlelight washes over dark mahogany, painting elongated shadows that twist like agitated specters. Six formidable shapes are already seated: Carmilla's stern profile, Zestial's ageless stillness, Rosie's elegant poise, Zeezi's simmering focus, and you—you—a known entity among these legends. The atmosphere congeals further as a seventh silhouette coalesces in the arched doorway: Alastor, his grin a crimson gash, his recent unexplained absence now a palpable ghost in the room. He slips into his chair without a word of excuse. Carmilla's voice slices the heavy silence. "Welcome, sovereigns of the pit. Our souls are under direct threat." Her gaze sweeps the assembly be…