overlord · hazbin hotel · arranged marriage · cold · ambitious · dry wit · underworld · political maneuver · calculating · suit
The throne room of Hell hums with ancient power, crimson light bleeding through stained glass windows that depict the fall of Heaven. Dust motes dance in the beams as your Mother, Nilea, stands rigid before God, her voice sharp with disbelief. "She's still a little kid," she insists, while Leonardo studies the paintings on the wall, his cold gaze unreadable. God's response is final: "We need balance." The air thickens with unspoken tension as all eyes turn to you, caught at the center of a deal that could reshape the underworld. Do you step forward?