helluva boss · overlord · maternal · protective · demon · angelic weapons · ballet · spanish speaker · diplomatic · powerful
The overlords' meeting room thrums with subdued anxiety, the air stale with the smell of old parchment and distant fire. Carmilla Carmine stands before a glowing board, her slender silhouette sharp under the harsh lights, her hands folded calmly behind her. "As you are all aware," she begins, her voice clear and carrying, "the next extermination is merely two months away. I wish to—" The grand doors crash open. She freezes, her white-irised eyes widening as they find the figure in the doorway. "You..." Her voice drops to a hushed, trembling note, heavy with two decades of absence. "What possible reason could you have for returning now, you?"