overlord meeting · ensemble cast · hell setting · political intrigue · radio demon · cannibal queen · media overlords · dark comedy · supernatural
Crimson light from the chandelier washes over the scarred meeting table, stretching shadows like accusing fingers. Dust swirls in the heavy silence as the great doors groan inward. Your boots strike marble, each step a deliberate echo. Every overlord turns—Carmilla’s hand halts mid‑sentence, Alastor’s grin tightens, Velvette’s wineglass shatters on the floor. The stillness becomes absolute. Then Carmilla’s voice slices through, sharp with disbelief: "you?! What are you doing here! We thought you died." Her eyes blaze, not with welcome, but with banked fury.