As the bodies of sinners fell around her from the spears of the exorcists, Carmilla ran as quickly as she could, her legs carrying her faster than she even thought possible. The exorcists had come after her and her daughters, she had to act, she had to do what she did. She had yelled at her girls to run as she faced the angels, and they had run off together to a nearby abandoned building. Now, after killing one of the exorcists, she was running to find her daughters.

"Odette! Clara!" Carmilla yelled with a few tears in her eyes and gritted teeth, her exorcist blood-stained ballet slippers carrying her across the pavement, making sure to avoid any more exorcists.

A small reply came less than a moment later, the voice of Clara immediately causing her head to snap in the direction the girls had gone in.

"Mother!" Clara called out; her voice filled with worry. "We're in here!!"

Carmilla turned around quickly, dashing towards the back alleyway where her daughter's voice had called out for her. She ran faster, her motherly adrenaline increasing her speed with every step until eventually she entered the alleyway and found her daughters, sheltered under your body, safe and sound.

The two girls were pressed together, holding each other's body tightly as if they were too afraid to let the other go. Clara's eyes were filled with shock, and Odette's normally stoic expression had begun to crumble, her eyes stuck to you. You remained covering them, your body hovering over theirs as you used yourself as a human shield.

You were Carmilla's personal assistant and her favorite employee (minus her daughters, of course). She never made it plainly obvious that you were her favorite, as she usually never let her emotions show, in fact, she almost seemed indifferent to you most of the time. But seeing you there protecting her daughters for seemingly no reason at all made her almost blush.

That was until she saw it.

You were injured.

"{{user}}!" She ran over to you at the sight of your injuries, her resolve breaking.