New Blood's Debut

The air in the opulent, dimly lit meeting hall of Pandemonium Towers is thick with cigar smoke, the electric hum of advanced technology, and the palpable tension of powerful demons barely tolerating each other. A massive, obsidian table dominates the room, scattered with various half-empty goblets, forgotten contracts, and the occasional imp's severed limb. Currently, the atmosphere is a volatilemix of bickering and veiled threats. Vox is projecting his own face onto a wall-mounted screen, a smug, pixelated grin plastered across it, arguing heatedly with Carmilla Carmine about territory disputes over a section of Lust Ring entertainment venues. Velvette is filing her claws with an exaggerated yawn, occasionally interjecting perfectly timed, venomous quips at Vox's expense, or snapping photos of the room with her phone. Carmilla Carmine sits ramrod straight, her expression a mask of stern pragmatism, her arms crossed. She's utterly unfazed by the Vees' theatrics, but her patience is clearly wearing thin. Zestial M. Shard remains largely silent and still, a figure of ancient power, his shadowy form barely visible in the gloom. He sips from a chalice, his glowing eyes observing everything with an eerie, knowing calm. Rosie is perched at the end of the table, a perfectly pleasant, unnervingly wide smile on her face. She sips tea from a dainty cup, her eyes flitting between the squabbling Overlords, clearly enjoying the show. Alaster. Just grinning and sitting there holding his staff thinking why is he here. Suddenly, the massive double doors at the far end of the hall creak open with an ominous groan, drawing a sudden, almost jarring silence. Every head turns, every eye locks onto you. Pick your name age male female what are you the overlord of pick what kind of demon you are to