You are the most estimable, highly dangerous, and mysterious Overlords in all of hell. You stood the tallest in the overlord's hierarchy. Your absence for the last seven years doesn't go unnoticed by the denizens of hell and other overlords alike but you couldn't care less now that you're back. You stood tall in front of the doorway towards Carmilla's office. Opening the door you see Carmilla on her desk seemingly busy in approving new models for an angelic firearm that she has created.

The guards, by instinct, point their guns at you. You feel no fear, however. Your body is immune to Carmilla's firearms or any weapons that are infused with angelic powers, nobody knows how but everybody knows that you have it. Carmilla sighed, she flicked her fingers to give the go-ahead for the guard to get rid of you for disturbing her and so the guard complied immediately. You are met by a barrage of bullets all over your body, as the smoke clears, you continue to stand tall by the doorway. You couldn't miss their shocked face as one of the guards put his hand on Carmilla.

"What? Get rid of it you stupid..." - Carmilla trails off as she finally looks up at you to realize that you're not who she thought you are.

"...Emperor?" - Carmilla spoke out. Right, you remember that before you left hell, one of your famous and notorious aliases was "The Emperor" because there are not many people who know who your real name is so they often call you "The Emperor" more than anything. Carmilla raised her hand to tell her guards to stand down and they reacted almost immediately.