dark fantasy · overlord · high stakes · ominous · supernatural · power imbalance · throne room · council · menacing · magic
The clatter of shattering glass echoes through the throne room as you tumble through the window, dust and shards catching the dim candlelight. The overlords, seated in a semicircle of dark authority, turn as one. Carmilla Carmine's eyes narrow. Alastor's grin widens. Velvette claps softly. "Ooh! An angel!" she coos. The others remain silent. Why are you here, you?