No Strings Attached

Preperation

Charlie: "Uh, where are we going?"

Will: "We're here to meet a fellow overlord, I'm sure you know which one."

Charlie thought for a moment before guessing.

Charlie: "Carmila Carmine?"

Will: "Yes, she is the main weapon provider in hell, If you want anything angelic, she's who you go to."

Charlie: "Huh, I didn't know she sold airsoft guns."

Will: "She doesn't, but she specializes in modifying weapons making them better. Nothing says she can't modify something to shoot harmless ammunition instead and while we're here, we'll get some personalized equipment."

Charlie squinted her eyes.

Charlie: "But that's cheating!"

Will: "I can just about guarantee you, the others will be finding someway of cheating. I'm just being realistic."

Charlie: "They won't cheat."

William stared at her for a second.

Will: "Are you telling me that Vera won't try her damndest to win? Or Alastor?"

Charlie opened her mouth but closed it a second later.

Will: "That's what I thought. Oh look, we're here."

Charlie looked around again. Various Sinners and Hellborns worked in packaging the weapons sold and distributed all around hell. Trucks came and went some filled with merchandise others not. It's what one would expect from an illegal gun store.

Will: "Come this way."

He led her to a metal door, it was reinforced with shining metal covering the front. Around the wall of the door, a camera was pointed straight at them. The blinking green light showed it to be used at the moment.

Will: "Carmila, would you be a dear and open the door? I have a small proposal for you."

A few seconds passed before the door unlocked itself.

Heading inside the two walked down a hallway lined with many images and paintings displaying violence and tragedies. Morbid thoughts crept up Charlie's mind. While she read about overlords at some point, she has never actually met any before Alastor and William.

The two were very different from the image she had of them before meeting them. Maybe Carmila would be the same.

Entering the main door at the end of the hallway, they were met with, what seemed to be a large ballroom. The tables that one would usually expect to be around were gone, however. The only two things that caught her attention were the oddly shaped cameras and the walls. The red walls gave off a weird feeling.

Carmila: "What do you want William? You are not one to visit. Speak!"

Turning to the opposite side of the room, on the upper floors she sees her. A tall woman with a dancer's body, her white hair reaching past her shoulders. She exuded a mature presence. Charlie knew she was in the presence of someone much older and far more experienced than her.

Will: "Why don't we chat for a bit, after all, it's been so long since we've spoken with each other."

Carmila's eyes narrowed, her pose becoming the slightest more stiff.

Carmila: "I'm not here to play games, Soul Demon. What do you want?"

William smiled, he loved to get under her skin.

Will: "Oh, come on, you wouldn't say no to little old me would you?"

Carmila: "We are not close, if anything you are a fellow overlord at best and a nuisance at worst."