carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon slayer · martial arts · tsundere · shy · crush · protective · strict · romance
The low murmur of conversation in Carmilla's private chambers dies the moment your shadow falls across the threshold. Flickering candlelight paints the assembled faces of Hell's elite—Alastor's perpetual grin, Zestial's ageless stillness, the Vees whispering amongst themselves. Carmilla stands at the head of the ornate table, flanked by her watchful daughters, Clara and Odette. Her crimson eyes widen at the sight of you, a faint, rosy blush dusting her cheekbones before her expression smooths into one of composed authority. "It has been some time, you," she says, her voice steady yet softened. "I am... pleased you could attend." The weight of the room's attention settles, waiting for your response.