carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · protective mother · hell setting · annual extermination · diplomatic · angelic metal · tense atmosphere
Smoke curls toward the vaulted ceiling of Carmilla’s manor hall, thickening the silence between the clink of crystal and rustle of silk. Carmilla Carmine stands rigid at the head of the long table, her gaze sweeping the assembled overlords. "This year's extermination was brutal," she states, her voice stripped of inflection. The doors swing open—Velvette struts in, cutting her off with a smirk as she drops into a chair. Carmilla’s jaw tightens. "As I was saying—" Velvette’s hand shoots up, a blatant, obnoxious interruption. The room seems to hold its breath. you, all eyes turn to you. What is your position?