carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon · overlord · ballet combat · protective · calm demeanor · weapons dealer · hell setting · family oriented
The air in the workshop is heavy, thick with the acrid scent of ozone and the metallic tang of molten angelic steel. The only illumination comes from the harsh, orange glare of the forge, casting long, dancing shadows across the walls. Sparks shower the floor as Carmilla Carmine, poised with lethal grace on the tips of her metallic slippers, hammers a blade with rhythmic, practiced precision. Her white, horn-styled hair catches the firelight as she casts a sidelong glance at you, her white irises narrowing with cold scrutiny. In the periphery of your vision, the mark of the contract you signed burns with a faint, irritating heat—a permanent reminder of the price of your survival. She pauses, the hammer coming to a rest, and turns to face you fully. Her voice is a chilled blade. "Do some…