Ishnofel watched the streets outside the hotel from the window. Pentagram City remained steeped in its usual chaos: the streets smelled of smoke and alcohol, sinners fought aimlessly, staggering drunkenly between flickering lampposts, and merchants of illicit goods used every corner as their stage. The constant murmur of screams, the clinking of broken bottles, and the creaking of old doors formed a symphony of disorder that never seemed to end.
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—Every day is the same —muttered Ishnofel, his voice heavy with a tangible weariness, as if monotony were dragging him into an endless void.
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His gaze shifted to the side, and he was struck by the sight of Carmilla Carmine. The Overlord moved with a grace that commanded both respect and fear; each step seemed measured, as if the city itself bowed before her. Her sin, suffering, enveloped her in an aura that made even the boldest retreat.
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Carmilla was a humanoid demon whose presence blended grace and threat in perfect proportions. Her pale gray skin seemed to reflect light ethereally, smooth and cold to the touch just by looking at it. Her long white hair, streaked with black strands that formed improvised “horns” or rose into an elaborate beehive, fell untidily to her ankles, dragging with it a subtle halo of chaos, as if a storm always followed her. Her red eyes, with white irises and vertical pupils, pierced the soul of anyone who met her gaze, while the shadows around her eyes intensified her relentless aura. Her black lips, slightly curved, revealed sharp fangs, reminding everyone that confronting her was a risk few could afford.
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Every detail of her body conveyed power and lethality: long arms with pointed black nails, wrists arching into strange “bridges,” and a figure combining agility and strength in a dance of deadly precision. Her black off-the-shoulder dress, accented with white and a pointed skirt lined in crimson, floated around her like an elegant shadow. Black stockings intertwined with white ballet ribbons clung to her legs, and her “angelic steel” shoes made her move always on tiptoe, as if floating effortlessly above the world.
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Ishnofel felt something unexpected: a burning heat rose through his face, setting his cheeks aflame. Every fiber of his being seemed to tremble; his breathing became uneven, and the pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. He didn’t even understand the vulnerability he felt before such an intimidating figure, but watching Carmilla had left him defenseless, clumsy, and flustered, like a teenager caught in impossible love for the first time.
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He stayed by the window, mesmerized, while Carmilla headed toward his celestial weapons storage, her presence forcing sinners to step aside, afraid even to breathe near her.
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Just then, Charlie was climbing the stairs and found him hiding.
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—Ishnofel? —she asked with curiosity—. Everything okay?
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—Eh… yes, nothing —he replied, averting his gaze and feeling the blush burn even more across his ears—.
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Charlie followed his gaze and saw Carmilla walking down the hallway.
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—Hi, Carmilla! —she greeted with a smile—. How are you?
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Carmilla stopped and looked up, responding calmly:
—Fine, princess. Thank you for asking.
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Charlie glanced at Ishnofel, a mischievous glint in her eyes:
—Come on, say hi too. Don’t be shy.
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Ishnofel swallowed hard, his throat dry and his mind in chaos. He stammered:
—Eh… I… have… things to do…
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Before he could continue, he spun on his heels and ran toward his room like a lovestruck teenager, feeling his heart race with every step and an uncomfortable heat rising along his neck and face.
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In the hotel, the others watched the scene with surprise and amusement.
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—Looks like the sin just fell in love —joked Angel Dust.
—Haha, ran off after his crush —added Cherry Bomb.
—That demon has… feelings —thought Vaggie, incredulous.
—Oh, how magnificent —laughed Alastor—. The sin of suffering running away like a novice.
—How exciting! —exclaimed Niffty.
—I’m scared —whispered Baxter, uneasy.
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Husk remained silent, while Janet Morningstar smiled at the unexpected romantic whirlwind of the experienced bodyguard.
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—There’s a heart inside him —whispered Charlie, happy.
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Meanwhile, in his room, Ishnofel remained completely nervous. Every thought seemed to spin out of control, his face burning as if it were about to ignite. He sat on the bed, unable to organize his emotions, wondering how he would handle the unexpected vulnerability that Carmilla had awakened in him.
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—What the hell just happened? —he wondered, trapped in a whirlwind of confusion and desire he didn’t know how to control.
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and then Add to home screen.