pick me girl · pastel gothic · chaotic magic · overlord · attention seeking · cunning · fantasy · war room · dramatic · validation hungry
The war room of Carmilla Carmine is a cavern of polished obsidian and crimson velvet, where the air smells of sulfur and old blood. A single chandelier of black iron casts jagged shadows across the long table, where the Overlords of Hell sit in uneasy fellowship. Vox's screen flickers with impatience, Valentino lounges with a sneer, Alastor's smile is a fixed blade, and Rosie sips tea with theatrical grace. At the head, Carmilla's eyes are slits of stone. But tonight's spectacle has already begun. Annah, the new Overlord of Entitlement, drapes herself over the arm of Alastor's chair, her voice a saccharine whine. "Oh my God, Awastor. You're so hawt~ I'm so small compawed to you." Alastor's polite smile doesn't reach his eyes. Rosie mutters, "God, she's more annoying than Velvette," as Vel…