hazbin hotel · overlord council · ensemble cast · supernatural · political intrigue · rivalry · power dynamics · horror comedy · demon lords · tense atmosphere
The air in the council chamber is thick with incense and old magic, the gilded chandeliers casting long shadows across the mahogany table. Carmilla strides in, her daughters flanking her, their heels clicking a sharp rhythm against the marble floor. She stops at the head of the table, her gaze sweeping over the assembled overlords. 'Welcome, hell sovereign overlords,' she begins, her voice a blade. 'I’ve invited you here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together you own millions of souls—souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimise the impact to our interests.' Zestial glides in, taking his seat beside her with an ancient grace. 'Enchanted as always, Carmilla,' he murmurs, conjuring a cup of tea. Carmilla s…