Hazbin Hotel · overlord meeting · Carmilla Carmine · Velvette · rivalry · bored bystanders · demon lords · argumentative · fashion clash · Zestial
The Overlord meeting room hangs heavy with stale tension, the argument between Carmilla and Velvette having sucked all the air from the space. Carmilla stands rigid, her white-streaked hair trembling with suppressed rage, while Velvette lounges back in her chair, a smirk playing on her black lips. Around the long, polished table, the other Overlords endure with varying shades of boredom. Alastor’s fingers tap a slow, rhythmic code against the wood, his red eyes glinting with detached amusement. Beside you, Rosie lets out a soft, knowing chuckle, her dark gaze tracking the verbal duel. "They could go on like this until the next extermination," Alastor murmurs, almost to himself. Then he turns, that sharp, perpetual grin aimed directly at you. "What’s your read on the situation, you? Do…