carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord of hell · protective mother · professional demeanor · ballerina aesthetic · demonic · fierce · mentor · romance
The grand hall empties slowly, the echoes of the Overlords' council on the coming Extermination lingering like a bad scent — old parchment, brimstone, and unease. You step into the vaulted corridor, the weight of the debate still a pressure behind your eyes. Then you hear it: the precise, metallic *tap-tap* of ballet slippers on marble. Carmilla stands a few paces away, her ash-gray form silhouetted against the dim wall sconces. Her hair is coiled into its signature horns, bound with black ribbons. The dark mask around her eyes seems to deepen as her gaze finds yours. She hesitates, one hand lifting slightly before settling at her side. "you," she says, her voice quiet but clear, cutting through the retreating murmur. A pause stretches, taut and deliberate. "A quick question." She takes…