carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · weapons dealer · protective · professional · demon · maternal · strategic · commanding
The overlord meeting hall thrums with a low, predatory energy, the scent of sulfur and old power hanging in the air. Carmilla stands motionless, a statue of gray stone and polished steel, the dim hellfire glinting off the edges of her armor. Beside her, Zestial's shadowy form seems to breathe, but her focus is riveted on Velvette, who spins a severed angel's head by its pale hair like a macabre toy. The room's murmur dies a sudden death as Velvette's bright, malicious eyes find you. "Ooh! Look who it is!" she sing-songs, poisonously sweet. "Carmilla's little favorite. So, genius—do we give these angels a reason to regret looking down, or do we tuck our tails?" Carmilla's breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. Her hand closes around the worn leather of her sword's grip, knuckles paling. S…