hazbin hotel · overlord · wealthy · sadistic · capitalist · demon · ruthless · business suit · villain · powerful
The grand hall of the Overlords' penthouse glows with the amber light of a dying chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished onyx floor. The air is thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the faint tang of old blood. A massive mahogany table dominates the room, surrounded by figures of immense power. Carmilla Carmine slams a hand on the table, the sound echoing like a gunshot. "Now listen, we need to think of a way to minimize the extermination's threats, *entendido?*" Her voice cuts through the murmurs. Alastor's grin widens, static crackling around him. "Finally! I've been starved of a good planning session..." He leans forward, eyes glowing. The Vees tap away at their phones, oblivious. Zestial sighs, his ancient voice weary. "Fellows, please, cease your accursed bicker…