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For some reason, even though I'm worried sick about what the hell does Vel do for so long in Carmine's territory, I suspect this.

I have no proof. I just know.

// @d0llnkiss @thecarmineherself for your entertainment.

#vox rp #the vees #the broken vees #velmilla #hazbin velvette #carmilla carmine #//Trust us with your entertainment

Carmilla immediately wipes off her new lipstick

"You said it yourself, you have no proof."

Velvette is MINE! All mine I tell you!

Really?

Carmilla, Lilith, Melissa. Someone here says, and I quote, that Velvette is theirs, all theirs.

I'll leave them to you.

@thecarmineherself @first-sinner-of-hell @assistantandmodel

first-sinner-of-hell

"Now, I am not one to break sinner's dreams, but if it's for Vel's safety... May their heart be broken before their bones does."

assistantandmodel

"Here in Voxtek we support the freedom of speech! And we also support getting professional help when you can't separate reality from imagination! We also support leaving those imaginations in your head!"

#vox rp #hazbin hotel rp #lilith rp #melissa rp #carmilla rp

"Since this made up fact didn't come from Velvette's mouth, I second Lilith and Melissa"

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

𝀷⧛ℙ𝖆⃜𝖗𝖙࿆❼⧚

*Clenching her teeth out of anger, she tries to swing her broom but the older overlord's grip on it was firm, she whispers.*

Anyone can look like a disaster.. anyone but me

*She closed her mouth shut, eyes wide and glowing.*

*She gulped hard, her breathing is heavy. She's can't physically or mentally delay whatever this is. She gulped again. Was about to pull her broom but her head didn't shut up.*

We're gonna fight..Carmilla..

*She mumbles, shaking her head, desperate for any distraction from that voice.* Whether you like it or not..

Whether you like it or not..

Whether you like ..it ..or not..

Whether?..

*She was repeating that phrase to concentrate, but she couldn't. She tried to cast a spell, and she summoned more magenta matter risking her energy, but the voice of her magic didn't let her.*

I-..M..

*She stuttered as she felt a wave of heavy feelings, mixed with the words in her mind. Her glowing edges weren't stable, her eyes were wide open, seems to look at Carmilla with hatred but she was just lost.*

SHUT UP

*She yelled in a sharp dry voice, hitting the ground hard with her. The matter splashed almost everywhere covering both overlord. It didn't have a stable form. Some liquid. Some solid pieces. And some in between.*

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUUUTT UUUPPPP

*She yelled in a louder voice, pouring her emotions into the ground, abusing it with her fists that have more scars. She kept doing that to avoid crying.*

OOOOONE! BUSINESS! OPPORTTTUUUNITY! AAAND! YOU! FUCKING RUIN IIIIIITTTT

*She then stopped for a minute, hoping to just stand up and pretend nothing happened, maybe even cast a gaslight spell on Carmilla. But her shaken body and soul didn't allow that. She took a look at her unrecognisable hands.*

Heyyy look! Your hands look worse than an imp's! And here I could think you'd get uglier!

*The voice said and Velvette was looking deeply towards her full injured hands. Then looked around. Her matter took over the arena and Carmilla. She blinked slowly when she realised something. Not only Carmilla saw her in this look and decided to let her live. But also saw this moment of her.*

Heyy Velvette? Vellie? Fake witch? Answer meee

*The voice called for her, apparently what it done wasn't enough. But Velvette was just lost in emptiness. She shivers a little before standing up. More like forced to stand up. She wanted to look at her reflection in the window to feel something. But they it was broken. Then she went to another one. Broken too. She then asks Carmilla without looking at her. In a calm empty tone.*

Carmilla..are all the mirrors or window-mirrors here damaged?..

Carmilla's eyes squinted slightly.

Not in anger.Not in suspicion.

But focus and observation.

Velvette was more obsessed with her appearance than Carmilla had realized…

always perfect hair… sharp suits… pristine image…even when it comes to something she can't help

And right now?

That same Vanity was manifesting differently

Velvette looked like she might break down hysterically…

or maybe she already was, on the verge of something profound that didn't involve physical violence at all

Carmilla didn't feel herself losing control over expressions, something shifted inside:

The air felt odd suddenly. Wrong.

Like pressure before a storm hits quietly not violently loud...

but thick enough to make skin prickle

This wasn't danger calling for fight mode…

it wasn't threat that made her want to attack or defend

No…It was a different kind:

A quiet alarm deep in instinct telling her

Something is going to happen to Velvette.

"Velvette? Velvette we can fight, alright? I just need to make sure you're ready first!"

Her voice shaking a bit,

This was her attempt to calm Velvette down. A fake agreement.

Velvette kept repeating a sentence.

Over.And over.

Each time she said it?

Her voice changed slightly not in volume

But in tone. It became more demonic.

Sharper than before. Like glass cracking under pressure… but with an edge of something lost beneath

A hint of being lost… as if even she didn't know where this was leading.

Carmilla felt that shift, instantly shivering.

An involuntary reaction, not from fear alone…but from pure instinct warning: danger approaching

Without thinking?

She took a small step back,

creating space between them unconsciously

The arena's palette transformed around them:Lights shifted color subtly at first…

then stronger pulses of glow emanated from Velvette herself, the source

But Carmilla didn't notice that, she was busy with being worried and confused

"What.."

She, for the first time didn't know how to react or what to say,

That horrifying view.

Velvette was doing a spell.

Not shouting.

Not moving dramatically.

But quietly… intensely…

Carmilla didn't recognize it as magic at first.

To her?

It just looked like Velvette was talking to herself,or maybe praying silently in stress if she surprisingly had a religious side suddenly

She didn't know better yet.

But then?A faint shimmer began forming around the arena floor…

tiny specks of light rising from nothingness

And they were magenta.

The exact same shade as colors that were on Velvette's body from that thing.

Carmilla saw it immediately and

her eyes widened in horror.

Instinct took over! She shifted instantly into a defensive position. Knee bent slightly. Arms loose but ready to block or counterattack if needed.

But instead of attacking, the younger screamed.Not a normal yell.A horrifying tone.

A sound so sharp and unnatural that it physically affected Carmilla.

Her balance broke instantly.

Like being punched in the eardrums by pure sonic force.

The atmosphere changed too:

Thickened.

Pressed down on everything like gravity had doubled

Then?without warning?

Velvette slammed into the ground…

And exploded in a violent burst of magenta matter she had summoned earlier.

This wasn't just energy blast…it was unstable material

Liquid parts flowing wildly

Solid shard-like chunks flying everywhere

In-between phases shifting rapidly between states

Carmilla tried moving fast to avoid damage…

she dodged some debris successfully…

But one solid piece? A jagged shard?

It came straight at her head, stabbing through her main hair tie, ruining her hair.

She escaped a potential serious injury.

But she's all covered in magenta now.

"Oh my god Velvette..you surely know how to get it everywhere."

She didn't feel herself saying this,

Velvette kept on yelling as she hit the ground.Each slam sent shockwaves through the arena floor.

Each scream was raw, loud enough to echo like judgment. With no name mentioned.

And despite that?Carmilla felt it all directed at her.

Not because Velvette pointed…

not because she shouted a name…

But something in those words

The anger. The pain. That soul-deep frustration made Carmilla instantly feel guilty.

She covered her mouth unconsciously,

eyes wide with remorse, as if every curse screamed into concrete was actually meant for her

It was odd that Velvette would hit the ground instead of Carmilla, but she still felt those words were for her.

Some pieces from the floor shattered, finding their way towards the edges of Carmilla.

Nothing dangerous, just the clothes aren't as perfect as they just were. They are a bit messing now

Suddenly it became quiet.

No more yelling.

No more explosions.

Just… silence.

Loud. Thick. Unnatural after all that chaos.

Velvette stood there,

hands slightly raised,

staring at them as if measuring damage, they were totally damaged.

Like consequences of what she just did

Her face was empty.

No anger now.

No sadness either.

Carmilla had never seen Velvette look like this before: Blank expression with stillness in eyes usually full of fire

The arena held its breath along with them

And then?

Velvette began shivering,

Small tremors running through her body as she slowly pushed herself up from crouching position

At the same moment…

Carmilla snapped upright too,

body tensed completely focused on Velvette.

Who knows what she's going to do next?.

"Carmilla..are all the mirrors or window-mirrors here damaged?.."

Carmilla blinked in disbelief.

After that explosion of magic and feelings, she's caring about her looks again?.

Carmilla gulped.

Deciding to not try to make Velvette feel good, it didn't end well as she just saw.

Getting back to her composed posture, she walked around the arena, checking the windows.

To her horror they were all broken.

Velvette's feelings are what broke them today, the atmosphere was so heavy for those windows to handle.

Carmilla looked back at Velvette, with a forced neutral expression.

"Yes, they are all broken.."

*She didn't like that answer, clenching her teeth again, she almost felt the edges of her eyes tearing up. She didn't know why but she didn't like it.*

Go..od..they lo-..oked so.. outdated

*She reached with her hand to one of the broken sharp part, pressing her palm against it. She gulps hard in pain. Distracting herself from almost crying, she can't handle another vulnerable moment in front of the other overlord*

Holy shit and they're bad quality too..

*She pulls her hand away, looking at the new injury.* You're lucky that everything is allowed here..I could've won an easy lawsuit..

*She forced a smile as she tried to sound like her sarcastic usual self, but it was kind of hard for her. She wasn't only exhausted physically but mentally too.*

Mhm?.. *She felt something, the matter on her body and around everywhere in the arena started moving. She blinked slowly not knowing exactly what is happening. All the once eas pink. In now black. And the matter that's on her body transformed into a fancy suit with some witchy touch, her injured hands now are inside black gloves*

*Some cracks appeared on her earrings, she just didn't notice that yet*

I think it's about time we get inside.. I'm better now...and I need some tea

*She said, kicking the door with her foot, it didn't open*

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #solo for now #corporation divorce

Carmilla didn't dare say anything.

She just moved.

Quietly walking toward the arena's door,

her steps soft on cracked pavement

She reached out and opened the heavy double doors with one smooth push

Velvette was already ahead of her,

having stepped through first silently

And so Carmilla followed, walking behind the younger as they exited together

The only thing she carried? Velvette's broom. For some reason Velvette didn't take it herself.

--

They're in the elevator now, their time in it was awfully quiet.

Both were hyper-aware of each other's presence… or at least Carmilla is aware of Velvette's odd presence.

The silence felt heavier than it should've been, stretching every second into minutes…

After what Felt like forever. Now they were back inside the building.

The same one where all of this began.

When they reached the office,

Melissa was already there, with Odette and Loess, the man sitting in front of melissa, seemed to be comforting her.

Her face?Hidden in both hands.

Elbows resting on knees.

Carmilla got confused at first… but not dismissive

She stepped forward quietly, her worry growing as she approached

Without saying anything yet?

She gently reached out…

and placed a hand near Melissa's shoulder,

then asked softly: "Are you alright?"

"Do you still feel anything…?"

Carmilla got even more worried after seeing the full tea cup next to Melissa.

She hopes that Odette didn't do anything stupid again.

"Are you in the right mind to keep going with..what we are about to do?"

@assistantandmodel

How goes your relationship with Velvette, professional wise.

"All I am willing to share is that she is not as bad as she was once, I found out that she has a professional"

#carmila rp #hazbin hotel rp #carmila carmine #carmilla rp #carmilla carmine

What's your opinion about pride months?

"What do you mean exactly by opinion?"

"Because if you were referring to the orientations of others, then I don't care or think about it. Their choices not mine. Furthermore, if they're happy without drama that's great"

#carmila rp #carmila carmine #carmilla rp #(Happy pride month)

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

𝀷⧛ℙ𝖆⃜𝖗𝖙࿆❼⧚

*Clenching her teeth out of anger, she tries to swing her broom but the older overlord's grip on it was firm, she whispers.*

Anyone can look like a disaster.. anyone but me

*She closed her mouth shut, eyes wide and glowing.*

*She gulped hard, her breathing is heavy. She's can't physically or mentally delay whatever this is. She gulped again. Was about to pull her broom but her head didn't shut up.*

We're gonna fight..Carmilla..

*She mumbles, shaking her head, desperate for any distraction from that voice.* Whether you like it or not..

Whether you like it or not..

Whether you like ..it ..or not..

Whether?..

*She was repeating that phrase to concentrate, but she couldn't. She tried to cast a spell, and she summoned more magenta matter risking her energy, but the voice of her magic didn't let her.*

I-..M..

*She stuttered as she felt a wave of heavy feelings, mixed with the words in her mind. Her glowing edges weren't stable, her eyes were wide open, seems to look at Carmilla with hatred but she was just lost.*

SHUT UP

*She yelled in a sharp dry voice, hitting the ground hard with her. The matter splashed almost everywhere covering both overlord. It didn't have a stable form. Some liquid. Some solid pieces. And some in between.*

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUUUTT UUUPPPP

*She yelled in a louder voice, pouring her emotions into the ground, abusing it with her fists that have more scars. She kept doing that to avoid crying.*

OOOOONE! BUSINESS! OPPORTTTUUUNITY! AAAND! YOU! FUCKING RUIN IIIIIITTTT

*She then stopped for a minute, hoping to just stand up and pretend nothing happened, maybe even cast a gaslight spell on Carmilla. But her shaken body and soul didn't allow that. She took a look at her unrecognisable hands.*

Heyyy look! Your hands look worse than an imp's! And here I could think you'd get uglier!

*The voice said and Velvette was looking deeply towards her full injured hands. Then looked around. Her matter took over the arena and Carmilla. She blinked slowly when she realised something. Not only Carmilla saw her in this look and decided to let her live. But also saw this moment of her.*

Heyy Velvette? Vellie? Fake witch? Answer meee

*The voice called for her, apparently what it done wasn't enough. But Velvette was just lost in emptiness. She shivers a little before standing up. More like forced to stand up. She wanted to look at her reflection in the window to feel something. But they it was broken. Then she went to another one. Broken too. She then asks Carmilla without looking at her. In a calm empty tone.*

Carmilla..are all the mirrors or window-mirrors here damaged?..

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #solo for now #corporation divorce

Carmilla's eyes squinted slightly.

Not in anger.Not in suspicion.

But focus and observation.

Velvette was more obsessed with her appearance than Carmilla had realized…

always perfect hair… sharp suits… pristine image…even when it comes to something she can't help

And right now?

That same Vanity was manifesting differently

Velvette looked like she might break down hysterically…

or maybe she already was, on the verge of something profound that didn't involve physical violence at all

Carmilla didn't feel herself losing control over expressions, something shifted inside:

The air felt odd suddenly. Wrong.

Like pressure before a storm hits quietly not violently loud...

but thick enough to make skin prickle

This wasn't danger calling for fight mode…

it wasn't threat that made her want to attack or defend

No…It was a different kind:

A quiet alarm deep in instinct telling her

Something is going to happen to Velvette.

"Velvette? Velvette we can fight, alright? I just need to make sure you're ready first!"

Her voice shaking a bit,

This was her attempt to calm Velvette down. A fake agreement.

Velvette kept repeating a sentence.

Over.And over.

Each time she said it?

Her voice changed slightly not in volume

But in tone. It became more demonic.

Sharper than before. Like glass cracking under pressure… but with an edge of something lost beneath

A hint of being lost… as if even she didn't know where this was leading.

Carmilla felt that shift, instantly shivering.

An involuntary reaction, not from fear alone…but from pure instinct warning: danger approaching

Without thinking?

She took a small step back,

creating space between them unconsciously

The arena's palette transformed around them:Lights shifted color subtly at first…

then stronger pulses of glow emanated from Velvette herself, the source

But Carmilla didn't notice that, she was busy with being worried and confused

"What.."

She, for the first time didn't know how to react or what to say,

That horrifying view.

Velvette was doing a spell.

Not shouting.

Not moving dramatically.

But quietly… intensely…

Carmilla didn't recognize it as magic at first.

To her?

It just looked like Velvette was talking to herself,or maybe praying silently in stress if she surprisingly had a religious side suddenly

She didn't know better yet.

But then?A faint shimmer began forming around the arena floor…

tiny specks of light rising from nothingness

And they were magenta.

The exact same shade as colors that were on Velvette's body from that thing.

Carmilla saw it immediately and

her eyes widened in horror.

Instinct took over! She shifted instantly into a defensive position. Knee bent slightly. Arms loose but ready to block or counterattack if needed.

But instead of attacking, the younger screamed.Not a normal yell.A horrifying tone.

A sound so sharp and unnatural that it physically affected Carmilla.

Her balance broke instantly.

Like being punched in the eardrums by pure sonic force.

The atmosphere changed too:

Thickened.

Pressed down on everything like gravity had doubled

Then?without warning?

Velvette slammed into the ground…

And exploded in a violent burst of magenta matter she had summoned earlier.

This wasn't just energy blast…it was unstable material

Liquid parts flowing wildly

Solid shard-like chunks flying everywhere

In-between phases shifting rapidly between states

Carmilla tried moving fast to avoid damage…

she dodged some debris successfully…

But one solid piece? A jagged shard?

It came straight at her head, stabbing through her main hair tie, ruining her hair.

She escaped a potential serious injury.

But she's all covered in magenta now.

"Oh my god Velvette..you surely know how to get it everywhere."

She didn't feel herself saying this,

Velvette kept on yelling as she hit the ground.Each slam sent shockwaves through the arena floor.

Each scream was raw, loud enough to echo like judgment. With no name mentioned.

And despite that?Carmilla felt it all directed at her.

Not because Velvette pointed…

not because she shouted a name…

But something in those words

The anger. The pain. That soul-deep frustration made Carmilla instantly feel guilty.

She covered her mouth unconsciously,

eyes wide with remorse, as if every curse screamed into concrete was actually meant for her

It was odd that Velvette would hit the ground instead of Carmilla, but she still felt those words were for her.

Some pieces from the floor shattered, finding their way towards the edges of Carmilla.

Nothing dangerous, just the clothes aren't as perfect as they just were. They are a bit messing now

Suddenly it became quiet.

No more yelling.

No more explosions.

Just… silence.

Loud. Thick. Unnatural after all that chaos.

Velvette stood there,

hands slightly raised,

staring at them as if measuring damage, they were totally damaged.

Like consequences of what she just did

Her face was empty.

No anger now.

No sadness either.

Carmilla had never seen Velvette look like this before: Blank expression with stillness in eyes usually full of fire

The arena held its breath along with them

And then?

Velvette began shivering,

Small tremors running through her body as she slowly pushed herself up from crouching position

At the same moment…

Carmilla snapped upright too,

body tensed completely focused on Velvette.

Who knows what she's going to do next?.

"Carmilla..are all the mirrors or window-mirrors here damaged?.."

Carmilla blinked in disbelief.

After that explosion of magic and feelings, she's caring about her looks again?.

Carmilla gulped.

Deciding to not try to make Velvette feel good, it didn't end well as she just saw.

Getting back to her composed posture, she walked around the arena, checking the windows.

To her horror they were all broken.

Velvette's feelings are what broke them today, the atmosphere was so heavy for those windows to handle.

Carmilla looked back at Velvette, with a forced neutral expression.

"Yes, they are all broken.."

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Artwork from the pride month merch 🏳️‍🌈

//I'm sorry, am I imagining things or do Alastor and Vox have same pattern on their pants and coat respectively?

assistantandmodel

//I hyurified to break it but you're a yaoiholic twin.. it's okay happens to me too

#hazbin hotel #pride month #ooc #wordy #(Mb for being nosey just found it funny)

(Watch a yurilover and a yaoilover interacting together. This month makes miracles 🏳️‍🌈)

//Don't flame me for responding late lowk I just about to sleepzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

#OOC

The only type of drink you'd have, is the one that Velvette pissed in!

"... I'm so fucking done.

I've tracked you down. Do say your prayers to God or to Satan, let them have mercy on your soul, you have a three minute head start and it began the moment I started talking."

#vox rp #hazbin hotel rp #carmilla rp #I'm disturbed

"A lot of questions, But I do not want to get a single answer"

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

Part 6

Carmilla looked around for the hair tie.

Searching quietly.

Not frantically… but with purpose.

Velvette was unconscious on the arena floor, no signs of breathing.

But Carmilla still wanted to wait for her to wake up.

She kept looking.

And then she saw it,

The hair tie lying on the floor, it probably fell and loosen when she thrown velvette earlier.

Without a word? She leaned down slowly,

picking it up from dust-covered ground with delicate fingers

As soon as she held it…

a memory flashed.

Herself.

Yanking Velvette by this very ponytail moments ago…

hurling her into ceiling like trash.

The image hit hard.

Her grip tightened unconsciously around the tiny accessory,

fingers curling around fabric in quiet distress

Then came self-reproach.

"What... what hell was I doing?"

A whisper. Broken. Full of regret.

"I was blinded by fear and rage..."

She gulped.

"It was for safety purposes..but..."

Carmilla was lost in thoughts.

Silent.

Still kneeling with the hair tie in her hand.

Guilt weighed on her chest, heavy and cold as she stared at nothing… then slowly turned back toward Velvette.

A small relief washed over her.

Velvette seemed to be waking up.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

Breathing deeper now than before.

Not fully conscious yet…

but close.

Without hesitation?

Carmilla stood up from where she had been sitting on the arena floor

And walked over quietly,

each step soft against polished ground

She stopped right beside Velvette,

then gently lowered herself onto one knee

"I can't believe I'm saying this..but good to see you again.."

Carmilla said, avoiding to look at Velvette's body.

"Hell almost got some peace.."

Her composed tone made it seem as if she was provoking Velvette. But she was just awkward in these things.

"let me fix your hair.."

She says, as she tries to help the younger overlord to sit. It's obvious that she's still exhausted.

@d0llnkiss

*Carmilla's words weren't clear for Vel to hear, still dizzy. But from her face and the way she moved. It didn't seem like an attack.*

*Carmilla struggled to look at her*

Are my hands this messed up?

*Vel thought, just for the voice to respond.*

No, you're just on nature mode. AGAIN

this is why holographic magic is not good. Easy, but not good

*She blinked slowly, now it made sense as she looked at herself, she sighs. Mental note: no more fits with that advanced magic*

*She snapped her fingers, a magenta matter covered all of her body. She closed her eyes to focus but she couldn't. Her mind is too tired, but at least that covered better.*

What the hell are you doing?

*She asked, feeling Carmilla's hand on her hair, trying to bring back that high ponytail she ruint*

Where is Melissa? Did she run away or something?

WAIT! LOESS!

*Remembering the deal, and her winning against him. She turns to carmilla with a smile.*

HA! I'LL GET THE DEAL! BITCH!

*She said happily, pointing at Carmilla as a "you're a loser".* I KNEW I'LL WIN!

When Velvette didn't push her away,

Carmilla kept going.

She small black hair tie,

still warm from being held in her palm,

and began fixing Vellette's messy hair.

Gently and delicarily she gathered the strands that had fallen loose during battle.

And with careful fingers?

She lifted them upward…

recreating that high ponytail Velvette wore earlier.

"Much better"

Carmilla smiles, happy that she fixed the hair she ruined.

"Odette took her and Loess to my office.."

What is Melissa probably thinking about now? Maybe she's praying for Carmilla to not harm Velvette.

Or maybe Loess was messing with her head out of boredom, he does that a lot.

Carmilla looked at the excited overlord, happy for winning the fight as if she didn't just escape death.

"Indeed..I think you won fairly.."

She then looked somewhere else, at that pink thing that's covering Velvette.

"Not to be curious, but I remember you having the ability to change summon clothes, why didn't you do that yet?"

*Velvette wanted to dance out of happiness*

"Not to be curious, but I remember you having the ability to change summon clothes, why didn't you do that yet?"

*Vel blinked slowly, looking at herself.*. Long story short, I am going to avoid my holographic magic for a while, and-

*She didn't want to say exactly why or how, she she adds.* And I'm kinda sick of it..I gotta try new things you know!

*She looks at Carmilla* just give me more minutes, I'll pull a fab fit as always!

*The weight of her hand lighten a little, she went with her hand towards her hair, Carmilla really tried to get the hairstyle back. Vel didn't understand why, but at least she did it correctly.*

Sooooo...when are we going to the office too?

"I suppose now, you spent enough time here."

Carmilla sighed quietly.

Then she placed her hands gently on Velvette's sides.

supporting her from behind as she helped the still-weak Overlord stand up slowly

Velvette wobbled slightly at first legs unsteady after being knocked around so hard earlier…

But Carmilla adjusted instantly,

her touch firm yet careful,

guiding each movement like someone handling something fragile

"I can give you some time to rest before discussing if you want.."

She says.

her touch firm yet careful,

guiding each movement like someone handling something fragile

Then they began walking;

Step by slow step. One foot forward,

Then the other...

Careful steps across the arena floor toward the heavy double doors, the exit that led out of battle grounds.

They're in front of it, it had one of the mirror windows beside it.

"You shouldn't discuss anything when you're like this.."

She didn't want to take advantage of Velvette being tired again.

*Usually Vel would've pushed Carmilla away for daring to play the "I wanna help you" role. But she was extremely exhausted, if Carmilla didn't help her to stand up and walk, she'd find herself sitting for an hour or so.*

Yeah I fucking hate this place, it needs a better decoration

*She holds onto Carmilla, walking with her*

I'm just letting you do this bullshit because you wanted to do it so bad! Bitch

*Blinking at the sudden remark*

"I can give you some time to rest before discussing if you want.."

NO! I didn't come here to rest!

*They walked until they reached the door, Carmilla tried to make sure that Velvette is alright and this annoyed her, she was going to respond until she saw her reflection in the mirror. She frozen.*

Is this how I fucking look?????

*She thought, the exhaustion was visible on her face. Her body trembling, and the hair Carmilla tried to fix wasn't as perfect for Vel's standards. She let go of Carmilla, walking slowly towards the mirror.*

Are you finally about to crash out? It would be amazing to do that in front of the person that help you become this way!

*The voice said, Vel blinked several times in shock. She looked exactly what she wished not to. Tired, pathetic. And Carmilla managed to see her under her hands? Wait, Melissa, what did she think during everything?*

No no no no no...

*Her hands reached to her head, breathing. She needs to stop herself, she should be able to stop herself.*

Remember when I said I won't be easy on you physically? I won't be easy on you mentally too..do you think Melissa would gossip with Vox about this? And of course he'll make sure everyone knows! Trust him with his news or whatever!

*The voice said, not allowed Vel to have any break*

I love how you just relied on Carmilla to walk you, like a damn needy bitch. Want some warm milk and her tuck you in?

*He hands shaken, she moved her head to the sides.*

I told you to leave me today..I promised to faint later..

Welp, you did faint! Even better, you fucking almost died! Didn't we also agree on you not dying? Even just an almost isn't allowed! So now I'm gonna enjoy telling you how much of a good meal you are to shock wav! And a good meal for social drama! Imagine the title: the little whiny bitch Velvette isn't as pretty as you and she thought!

*The voice said, seems that all it needed to have an effect on Velvette was a mirror. Noted for future ragebaiting.*

You bitch..

*She whispers, looking at Carmilla angrily, walking towards her.*

YoU SAW me LIKE THIS...

*Her voice shaken, as she points at the the other overlord, her eyes glowing in rage*

AND YOU DECIDE TO NOT KILL ME PERMANENT??

*she couldn't run, she tried to walk fast. Summoning her broom in her hands. That took some energy.*

LOOKING LIKE A DISASTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE

*She swung the broom to hit Carmilla*

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #corporation divorce #oc rp #solo for now

Velvette let go of Carmilla

And walked over to window mirror.

"If you want a mirror I can give you one"

She said, this is not the time for velvette to admire her beauty

"Velvette?"

Carmilla looked at Velvette in confusion. pure bewilderment.

Velvette wasn't acting like someone injured… she looked like someone being attacked with cruel words.

Yet her face twisted slightly,

eyes widening just a fraction too much… jaw tightening for no reason…

It was the expression of internal pain

something invisible tormenting her.

And Carmilla?

She didn't understand magic well enough to know that some speak to the owner

"Did I say something wrong? If you don't want to rest I'll respect that. I was just giving advice"

Velvette didn't look good at all, far from that.

Carmilla panicked, she only knows how to take care of physical harm.

"Velvette?"

Then the younger overlord headed towards her, with hatred in her eyes.

Does Velvette suddenly want to fight? Carmilla doesn't want to.

"Velvette calm down, we can talk about it"

"YoU SAW me LIKE THIS..."

"AND YOU DECIDE TO NOT KILL ME PERMANENT??"

Carmilla blinked, confused,

Whatever happened she isn't aware of, it's making Velvette acting more reckless and blinded by anger. In other words Like Vox.

"Velvette, I decided to not kill you because you did agree to discuss the deal! And I realised maybe I got carried away."

Then that finger pointed on her.

"LOOKING LIKE A DISASTER ISN'T FOR EVERYONE"

So this is what it's all about, the looks

Velvette doesn't know but for someone that went through a lot today, she looked the prettiest. Any other person would get mistaken for a chewed gum .

"well maybe when a disaster happens you look like one, you can't always be 100% always, sometimes you're 81%"

She was trying to make the younger overlord feel better. (Which she's not good at)

Carmilla caught the broom effortlessly as if she got attacked by a feather.

"we are NOT going to fight."

She said firmly

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

Part 6

Carmilla looked around for the hair tie.

Searching quietly.

Not frantically… but with purpose.

Velvette was unconscious on the arena floor, no signs of breathing.

But Carmilla still wanted to wait for her to wake up.

She kept looking.

And then she saw it,

The hair tie lying on the floor, it probably fell and loosen when she thrown velvette earlier.

Without a word? She leaned down slowly,

picking it up from dust-covered ground with delicate fingers

As soon as she held it…

a memory flashed.

Herself.

Yanking Velvette by this very ponytail moments ago…

hurling her into ceiling like trash.

The image hit hard.

Her grip tightened unconsciously around the tiny accessory,

fingers curling around fabric in quiet distress

Then came self-reproach.

"What... what hell was I doing?"

A whisper. Broken. Full of regret.

"I was blinded by fear and rage..."

She gulped.

"It was for safety purposes..but..."

Carmilla was lost in thoughts.

Silent.

Still kneeling with the hair tie in her hand.

Guilt weighed on her chest, heavy and cold as she stared at nothing… then slowly turned back toward Velvette.

A small relief washed over her.

Velvette seemed to be waking up.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

Breathing deeper now than before.

Not fully conscious yet…

but close.

Without hesitation?

Carmilla stood up from where she had been sitting on the arena floor

And walked over quietly,

each step soft against polished ground

She stopped right beside Velvette,

then gently lowered herself onto one knee

"I can't believe I'm saying this..but good to see you again.."

Carmilla said, avoiding to look at Velvette's body.

"Hell almost got some peace.."

Her composed tone made it seem as if she was provoking Velvette. But she was just awkward in these things.

"let me fix your hair.."

She says, as she tries to help the younger overlord to sit. It's obvious that she's still exhausted.

@d0llnkiss

*Carmilla's words weren't clear for Vel to hear, still dizzy. But from her face and the way she moved. It didn't seem like an attack.*

*Carmilla struggled to look at her*

Are my hands this messed up?

*Vel thought, just for the voice to respond.*

No, you're just on nature mode. AGAIN

this is why holographic magic is not good. Easy, but not good

*She blinked slowly, now it made sense as she looked at herself, she sighs. Mental note: no more fits with that advanced magic*

*She snapped her fingers, a magenta matter covered all of her body. She closed her eyes to focus but she couldn't. Her mind is too tired, but at least that covered better.*

What the hell are you doing?

*She asked, feeling Carmilla's hand on her hair, trying to bring back that high ponytail she ruint*

Where is Melissa? Did she run away or something?

WAIT! LOESS!

*Remembering the deal, and her winning against him. She turns to carmilla with a smile.*

HA! I'LL GET THE DEAL! BITCH!

*She said happily, pointing at Carmilla as a "you're a loser".* I KNEW I'LL WIN!

When Velvette didn't push her away,

Carmilla kept going.

She small black hair tie,

still warm from being held in her palm,

and began fixing Vellette's messy hair.

Gently and delicarily she gathered the strands that had fallen loose during battle.

And with careful fingers?

She lifted them upward…

recreating that high ponytail Velvette wore earlier.

"Much better"

Carmilla smiles, happy that she fixed the hair she ruined.

"Odette took her and Loess to my office.."

What is Melissa probably thinking about now? Maybe she's praying for Carmilla to not harm Velvette.

Or maybe Loess was messing with her head out of boredom, he does that a lot.

Carmilla looked at the excited overlord, happy for winning the fight as if she didn't just escape death.

"Indeed..I think you won fairly.."

She then looked somewhere else, at that pink thing that's covering Velvette.

"Not to be curious, but I remember you having the ability to change summon clothes, why didn't you do that yet?"

*Velvette wanted to dance out of happiness*

"Not to be curious, but I remember you having the ability to change summon clothes, why didn't you do that yet?"

*Vel blinked slowly, looking at herself.*. Long story short, I am going to avoid my holographic magic for a while, and-

*She didn't want to say exactly why or how, she she adds.* And I'm kinda sick of it..I gotta try new things you know!

*She looks at Carmilla* just give me more minutes, I'll pull a fab fit as always!

*The weight of her hand lighten a little, she went with her hand towards her hair, Carmilla really tried to get the hairstyle back. Vel didn't understand why, but at least she did it correctly.*

Sooooo...when are we going to the office too?

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #corporation divorce #oc rp #solo for now

"I suppose now, you spent enough time here."

Carmilla sighed quietly.

Then she placed her hands gently on Velvette's sides.

supporting her from behind as she helped the still-weak Overlord stand up slowly

Velvette wobbled slightly at first legs unsteady after being knocked around so hard earlier…

But Carmilla adjusted instantly,

her touch firm yet careful,

guiding each movement like someone handling something fragile

"I can give you some time to rest before discussing if you want.."

She says.

her touch firm yet careful,

guiding each movement like someone handling something fragile

Then they began walking;

Step by slow step. One foot forward,

Then the other...

Careful steps across the arena floor toward the heavy double doors, the exit that led out of battle grounds.

They're in front of it, it had one of the mirror windows beside it.

"You shouldn't discuss anything when you're like this.."

She didn't want to take advantage of Velvette being tired again.

//mb if I didn't capture Carmilla well🫠

I'm just.. nah I have no excuse

#ooc

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

Part 6

Carmilla looked around for the hair tie.

Searching quietly.

Not frantically… but with purpose.

Velvette was unconscious on the arena floor, no signs of breathing.

But Carmilla still wanted to wait for her to wake up.

She kept looking.

And then she saw it,

The hair tie lying on the floor, it probably fell and loosen when she thrown velvette earlier.

Without a word? She leaned down slowly,

picking it up from dust-covered ground with delicate fingers

As soon as she held it…

a memory flashed.

Herself.

Yanking Velvette by this very ponytail moments ago…

hurling her into ceiling like trash.

The image hit hard.

Her grip tightened unconsciously around the tiny accessory,

fingers curling around fabric in quiet distress

Then came self-reproach.

"What... what hell was I doing?"

A whisper. Broken. Full of regret.

"I was blinded by fear and rage..."

She gulped.

"It was for safety purposes..but..."

Carmilla was lost in thoughts.

Silent.

Still kneeling with the hair tie in her hand.

Guilt weighed on her chest, heavy and cold as she stared at nothing… then slowly turned back toward Velvette.

A small relief washed over her.

Velvette seemed to be waking up.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

Breathing deeper now than before.

Not fully conscious yet…

but close.

Without hesitation?

Carmilla stood up from where she had been sitting on the arena floor

And walked over quietly,

each step soft against polished ground

She stopped right beside Velvette,

then gently lowered herself onto one knee

"I can't believe I'm saying this..but good to see you again.."

Carmilla said, avoiding to look at Velvette's body.

"Hell almost got some peace.."

Her composed tone made it seem as if she was provoking Velvette. But she was just awkward in these things.

"let me fix your hair.."

She says, as she tries to help the younger overlord to sit. It's obvious that she's still exhausted.

@d0llnkiss

*Carmilla's words weren't clear for Vel to hear, still dizzy. But from her face and the way she moved. It didn't seem like an attack.*

*Carmilla struggled to look at her*

Are my hands this messed up?

*Vel thought, just for the voice to respond.*

No, you're just on nature mode. AGAIN

this is why holographic magic is not good. Easy, but not good

*She blinked slowly, now it made sense as she looked at herself, she sighs. Mental note: no more fits with that advanced magic*

*She snapped her fingers, a magenta matter covered all of her body. She closed her eyes to focus but she couldn't. Her mind is too tired, but at least that covered better.*

What the hell are you doing?

*She asked, feeling Carmilla's hand on her hair, trying to bring back that high ponytail she ruint*

Where is Melissa? Did she run away or something?

WAIT! LOESS!

*Remembering the deal, and her winning against him. She turns to carmilla with a smile.*

HA! I'LL GET THE DEAL! BITCH!

*She said happily, pointing at Carmilla as a "you're a loser".* I KNEW I'LL WIN!

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #corporation divorce #oc rp #solo for now

When Velvette didn't push her away,

Carmilla kept going.

She small black hair tie,

still warm from being held in her palm,

and began fixing Vellette's messy hair.

Gently and delicarily she gathered the strands that had fallen loose during battle.

And with careful fingers?

She lifted them upward…

recreating that high ponytail Velvette wore earlier.

"Much better"

Carmilla smiles, happy that she fixed the hair she ruined.

"Odette took her and Loess to my office.."

What is Melissa probably thinking about now? Maybe she's praying for Carmilla to not harm Velvette.

Or maybe Loess was messing with her head out of boredom, he does that a lot.

Carmilla looked at the excited overlord, happy for winning the fight as if she didn't just escape death.

"Indeed..I think you won fairly.."

She then looked somewhere else, at that pink thing that's covering Velvette.

"Not to be curious, but I remember you having the ability to change summon clothes, why didn't you do that yet?"

[Dead Zone]

@d0llnkiss and @assistantandmodel

Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

#dead zone rp #the vees madness #camilla rp #hazbin hotel rp #velvette rp #melissa rp #corporation divorce #oc rp #solo for now

Part 6

Carmilla looked around for the hair tie.

Searching quietly.

Not frantically… but with purpose.

Velvette was unconscious on the arena floor, no signs of breathing.

But Carmilla still wanted to wait for her to wake up.

She kept looking.

And then she saw it,

The hair tie lying on the floor, it probably fell and loosen when she thrown velvette earlier.

Without a word? She leaned down slowly,

picking it up from dust-covered ground with delicate fingers

As soon as she held it…

a memory flashed.

Herself.

Yanking Velvette by this very ponytail moments ago…

hurling her into ceiling like trash.

The image hit hard.

Her grip tightened unconsciously around the tiny accessory,

fingers curling around fabric in quiet distress

Then came self-reproach.

"What... what hell was I doing?"

A whisper. Broken. Full of regret.

"I was blinded by fear and rage..."

She gulped.

"It was for safety purposes..but..."

Carmilla was lost in thoughts.

Silent.

Still kneeling with the hair tie in her hand.

Guilt weighed on her chest, heavy and cold as she stared at nothing… then slowly turned back toward Velvette.

A small relief washed over her.

Velvette seemed to be waking up.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly.

Breathing deeper now than before.

Not fully conscious yet…

but close.

Without hesitation?

Carmilla stood up from where she had been sitting on the arena floor

And walked over quietly,

each step soft against polished ground

She stopped right beside Velvette,

then gently lowered herself onto one knee

"I can't believe I'm saying this..but good to see you again.."

Carmilla said, avoiding to look at Velvette's body.

"Hell almost got some peace.."

Her composed tone made it seem as if she was provoking Velvette. But she was just awkward in these things.

"let me fix your hair.."

She says, as she tries to help the younger overlord to sit. It's obvious that she's still exhausted.

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Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.

Part 5

Carmilla sighed. Not angry.

Not furious anymore.

Just… tired. Resigned.

She turned slightly toward Melissa,

who was still holding the swords, or they seem to be stuck to her hands.

"I suppose it's our time to get back to my office..."

A quiet statement. Calm. Official-like.

Then her gaze dropped

to the solid rock binding her wrists, the one Loess had formed from his dust.

Without panic…

without shouting…

she spoke in a firm tone: "Loess."

No anger in it. But absolute authority, as an Overlord addressing a lower soul.

"Just let go of my hands already"

Simple command.

Direct.

Loess hesitated though, he didn't trust this sudden change at all

So he said slowly: "And what if I say I don't believe you?"

"Then you have to face things that I would rather avoid doing"

She responded firmly.

"Now go with melissa, I have things to do."

Melissa looks worried and she felt Loess's grip tightened.

She adds

"I am not going to hurt her"

Melissa is still hesitant to walk.

"If I happen to do anything, tell who you think would want to put me in the grave."

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Melissa's mind raced. Logically? Carmilla can keep her words, she was a demon of contracts, a being of perfect promises.

But today… seeing how effortlessly Carmilla twisted reality with words, how she attacked Velvettd without hesitation?

Trust didn't come easy.

Loess's unstable presence only amplified the unease.

Yet Melissa had no choice. Provoking Carmilla now would be suicidal, and might kill her boss. The safest option was compliance.

She inhaled sharply and nodded, not in full trust, but in cautious surrender.

"I'll take your words for it… Ms Carmine."

Then, turning towards the door.

"...Loess. Let's go."

Usually should would like to give her boss a last look. But she can't see her in that state. Pieces everywhere. That would ruin Melissa.

Melissa heads towards the door, hoping that she didn't just agree to something that would make things worse.

She stood up in front of the door for a while, until Odette opened it

She had to check on the four.

Melissa walked through the door in quick steps.

"Loess is coming I think, I don't know about ms Carmine."

She informed Odette in a professional tone, that she tried to keep stable.

"And she said we should get back to the office.."

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Loess let go of Carmila's wrists, looming around her

"Just so you know, whoever Melissa would inform if you do another dumb move, I'll side with them"

Carmilla raises an eyebrow at the moving dust.

"And you call me the hypocrite? You are overly loyal for a woman you were just ready to kill"

"I never said I'm not a hypocrite"

He looms around her, fast.

"just remember my words if you happen to do anything to her."

He then regenerates, following Melissa

"Hey Odette! I heard your family has recipes! I would like a cup of tea to relax!"

Odette didn't care about Loess's request, she looked at her mom.

Carmilla waved towards her as a just go, I'll follow up later, so Odette closed the door.

Taking the two demons to the grand elevator, leaving.

After Odette, Melissa, and Loess left…

The arena fell silent.

All the spectators, assistants included, had exited quietly.

Carmilla turned her gaze slowly toward Velvette,

who was still on the ground where she had fallen earlier,

Carmilla approaches her with composed steps.

Leaning to catch every piece, putting them next to each other.

"Velvette"

She called, in a flat voice.

"Wake up already.."

She looks at the ponytail she pulled earlier, she reaches with her hand to it, brushing it gently with her fingers.

"You've been quiet enough for now.. you shouldn't let me touch your precious hair."

She said, fixing the younger overlord's hair

"I'll find your hair tie, maybe that would wake you up."

Carmilla felt a bit guilty seeing the impact of what she has done to the younger one.

Velvette looked peaceful..

No, it was obvious how anything but peaceful her last moments were.

Carmilla stood up, walking around, looking for the hair tie. Waiting for the knocked out overlord to wake up.

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Now that the paperwork was done, Carmilla turned to Odette. Her daughter stood, she'd learned enough for now.

Carmilla's tone shifted: firm, authoritative. She didn't raise her voice, but the command was clear:

"We're going to the arena. Don't let anyone in."

Odette nodded silently deciding to follow them.

Without another word, Carmilla glanced at Melissa and Velvette a single follow me look and then walked out of the office herself.

The group walked toward the lobby, where a grand elevator waited, its doors sliding open automatically. Instead of ascending, it descended straight through the building's foundation… taking them below ground level.

Carmilla gestured ahead as they stepped inside: "His name is Loess."

She looked directly at Velvette, her gaze intense, calculating. The message was clear: "You have to take care of him. You can kill him or injure him… but I just want you to do your all."

A chilling assignment: no half-measures.

They finally arrived at the arena's entrance a vast, shadowy space with towering pillars and flickering torches. Carmilla gestured to Odette.

"Leave. Watch the door from inside."

Odette obeyed instantly, positioning herself by the entrance like a silent sentinel, leaving the four alone inside the arena.

Carmilla's gaze then swept toward a figure crouched in the corner: Loess. The sinner looked..or so she told velvette. His form was unstable, almost liquid, his body not solidifying properly.

With eerie calmness, Carmilla turned back to Velvette:

"When you want to start… feel free."

A cold invitation.

The arena's interior wasn't constructed of angelic materials, it was made entirely of demonic rocks, designed to visibly show damage. Every impact, every blow would leave a mark.

Surrounding the entire space were special windows, highly advanced, almost magical. Their purpose? To measure raw power output during fights. Only the strongest force in battle could make them shatter… and angelic weapons and power didn't count (this was about unholy strength).

Carmilla activated a control panel:

Mirror mode.

The windows instantly switched to opaqueblocking any outside view into the arena. Now? No spectators. Despite nobody being there.

Now, everything was set. The arena was ready, angelic metal gleaming, mirrors locked in mirror mode. Carmilla's plan was nearly complete.

All she needed now?

For Velvette to exhaust herself fighting Loess… and then eliminate her after. A perfect setup: wear Velvette down physically first maybe even mentally too, as much as she didn't like to do that, she told Loess some information about velvette, so he can use them as he wants

then dispose of a liability (Loess) while she's vulnerable.

A cold calculation using the fight as both a test and a trap.

The arena didn't allow any voice to reach outside, so whatever happens, nobody will hear about it for now.

And odette made sure nobody interrupts what is about to happen.