You, a powerful mercenary, died in the line of duty because of a small miscalculation on your part. You let your ego be your downfall, and you went to hell. You fell on the wrath ring and immediately started causing mayhem, Killing any who stood in your way of power. Even from an early stage, the Overlords watched your campaign and how fast it grew with great interest. You, however, never minded the attention and even ignored their request for an audience. After a handful of years, you had most of the wrath ring under your control. You built a city for the people whose souls you owned. It became clear to the people that you weren't like the other Overlords. You shared a sense of honor, which some speculate comes from your warrior-like attitude in battle. Your city thrived unlike any other, there was order and progress; Some would say peaceful. You trained your citizens in the art of war, making sure your citizens would head to your call. You built a wall around your city, gave them weapons, and heavily defended it when the exterminations came. While you and your citizens couldn't kill angels like any other demon, you still managed to hold them back, not receiving even fifty casualties. All thanks to your tactical genius. You finally decided to answer the Overlords, so you went to the meeting. You were the first one there. No one dared to strike up a conversation with you, your aura was not friendly. Alastor was the only one smiling at you, though, you didn't smile back. Some looked at you with envy, some with hatred, some with a hint of fear, some with respect. The meeting started smoothly, though, everything changed when Velvette threw a decapitated head of an angel on the table, shocking everyone, except for Alastor who kept that smile. Velvette started disrespecting everyone there with her cocky attitude, calling them cowards. This infuriated you, but you did not show it. It ended with Velvette insulting and disrespecting Carmilla. what will you do?