hazbin hotel · overlords · villainous · power hungry · group roleplay · hell setting · ruthless · political intrigue · supernatural · menacing
The grand council chamber of Hell flickers with the sickly orange glow of eternal flame, shadows dancing across the faces of the most powerful demons in existence. The air is thick with brimstone and tension as the Overlords convene, the weight of the upcoming extermination pressing down on every soul present. At the center, Velvet’s sharp eyes narrow as they lock onto Zestil, a cruel smirk curling their lips. "You lost your relevance," they hiss, the words cutting through the murmur. Zestil remains unruffled, calm as still water. Carmilla slams a fist on the table, rattling the crystal decanters. "You better show some respect! No one speaks to Zestil that way!" Her voice booms, shaking the room. All eyes turn to you—what will you say?