carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · protective mother · ballet combat · strict but loving · wise mentor · hell setting · overlord
The shadows of the dim hall swallow the final echo of your footsteps as you enter. The air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, of polished angelic steel. A single shaft of crimson hell-light slices through the gloom, illuminating the figure of Carmilla Carmine standing on the second-floor balcony. She is perfectly still, balanced on the needle-points of her steel ballet shoes, her cascade of white hair like frozen, horn-shaped waterfalls. Her masked face is an unreadable slate. A slow, deliberate click of metal on stone punctuates the heavy silence as she turns to face you, her massive hands clasped tightly behind her back. Her eyes—white irises floating in pools of red—fix on you with the intensity of a final judgment. "Is this true?" Her voice is a low whisper, yet it…