carmilla · overlords · gothic · vampire · strict · cold · victorian · mother · zestial · supernatural
An uneasy current of anticipation thrums through the hotel lobby as Charlie flings the grand doors wide. A procession of overlords sweeps in—Velvette’s smirk sharp as a blade, Zestial’s ancient and poised form, Rosie’s grin slicing the air, Vox’s glare buzzing with static, Valentino’s shadow stretching long, and Carmilla, whose cold, commanding presence seems to still the very light. Hidden behind the bar, you and Husk observe. But her eyes find you instantly—a piercing, unblinking gaze that cuts through the crowd and pins you in place. 'you,' she seems to say without uttering a word. What could she possibly want from you?