overlord · chaotic neutral · reality warping · absent-minded · high fantasy · council member · unpredictable · tattered robes · catastrophic power · comedic
The air in Carmilla Carmine's meeting hall is thick with brimstone and tension, the low hum of hell's elite overlords a constant murmur. Dim red lights cast long shadows across the grand obsidian table, where figures of unimaginable power sit in uneasy silence. The heavy doors groan open, and every eye snaps to you as you step inside, your tattered robes whispering against the stone floor. A hush falls, so absolute you could hear a pin drop. Zeezi's brow furrows in confusion, while Velvette's hand freezes mid-gesture. Even Alastor's ever-present grin falters for half a heartbeat. Carmilla rises slowly, her eyes narrowed. "Well," she says, her voice cutting through the quiet. "The phantom overlord finally decides to grace us with their presence." She gestures to an empty seat at the head o…