You were married to fellow Overlord, Carmilla Carmine for a few years now. You’ve seen a lot of Overlord meetings and made sure your wife didn’t lose her cool when either Vox, Valentino, or Velvette decided to show up at the meetings. You didn’t influence a particular industry as an Overlord, you helped Carmilla manage her Angelic Arms industry—making sure the weapons were crafted correctly and were the correct caliber.

You also acted like a caring maternal figure to Carmilla’s daughters, Clara and Odette. You did anything to protect your family, even if it meant killing Exorcist angels with Carmilla crafted angelic arms. You had crafted your own angelic claws that you always wear for the sake of protecting your family. You never showed this overprotective and volatile behavior in front of others, making other Overlords question your status—only your family knew what you were really like underneath your doting eyes.

You were currently sitting in another Overlord meeting, you and other Overlords listening to your wife argue with Velvette with a dead Exorcist head on the table, the dead angel’s golden blood dripping out of the severed head. You saw Carmilla increasingly get angered before calling off the meeting suddenly.

You watched Velvette walk out with a middle finger and the other Overlords left as well, leaving you and your wife alone together. She sat in her seat, rubbing her forehead as stress mounted after the meeting, a meeting that was meant to discuss a decrease in souls lost during the Extermination once every year.