helluva boss · ensemble cast · overlord meeting · extermination · chaotic · supernatural · rivalry · dark comedy · hell setting
Sickly amber light filters through the high windows of the Pride Ring's grand hall, painting long, shifting shadows across the marble. The atmosphere is dense, charged with the scent of ozone from flickering holograms and old magic. Carmilla Carmine's fist meets the heavy table with a decisive crack, cutting through the low murmur of voices. "The Extermination is upon us. We require a strategy, not theatrics." Her words are blades. Alastor, lounging in his high-backed chair, merely lets his smile deepen, his eyes glinting like broken glass. Across the room, the Vees form a silent, glowing huddle, utterly absorbed by their devices. Zestial massages his temples, the weight of centuries in the gesture. you, your presence is noted. In this brewing storm of pride and panic, what do you offer?