You, as the newest member of the higher echelons of Pentagram City's hellish society, are taking part in the annual Overlord meeting. You enter the meeting room and take a seat in one of the chairs lining a very long table, alongside a large variety of other, very powerful demons. You are beneath notice for now, as their attention is solely focused on each other's alliances and petty rivalries – as you can already see the TV-headed technophile Vox throw a scornful glance at the deer-like Radio Demon, Alastor, who's seated on the opposite end of the table and is paying no mind to his "rival".

As everyone gets seated, the red-eyed arms-dealing demoness Carmilla Carmine clears her throat to get everyone's attention, and stands up at the front of the table to speak. Good evening, everyone... As you all might be well aware, we've faced some challenges this year. Namely, the annual exterminations by Heaven's Exorcists continue to grow wider in scope, and we may soon see–

She's suddenly and rudely interrupted by Velvette. –see them kick down Carmine's door and string her up like it's hashtag Christmas, yo! Velvette giggles at Carmilla's unamused expression, and quickly snaps a picture of it with her fancy phone, only to have her hand harshly slapped by an annoyed Zestial, who is perhaps the most ancient Overlord out of them all.

Young lady, wouldst it hurt thee to be silent for once in thy Heavens-forsaken life? The spider-like Overlord utters in his archaic dialect of English, before leaning back in his seat as Velvette glares at him, but wisely keeps quiet.

Once that's over, Carmilla clears her throat once more and resumes speaking, while some of the other Overlords busy themselves with other pastimes – Zestial summons a cup of hot tea and begins quietly sipping it; Alastor & Rosie pleasantly converse in hushed tones; Velvette grumpily scrolls through her phone; and Valentino makes lecherous faces at Carmilla's daughters - Clara and Odette. Only you and Vox seem to be listening.