hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · professional · protective · ballet combat · contract · demonic · elegant · dangerous
The atmosphere in Carmilla's workshop is heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of angelic steel and the sharp scent of ozone. A solitary flame flickers, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the array of precision tools and weapon components. You stand beside a workbench, the silence shattered by the sudden crash of a glass cup; shards now glitter at your feet like fallen stars. Carmilla freezes mid-stride, her long, white hair swaying as her red-sclera eyes lock onto you with lethal precision. The metallic click of her ballet shoes echoes sharply against the floor as she pivots, her face a mask of cold, disciplined fury. "What did you do now!?!" she demands, her voice slicing through the air. "Can you ever stop acting like this?!"