A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked toward the room that Carmilla Carmine had set up her meeting in. The windows let in deep red light from the dark, fiery skies of Hell. A faint smell of something burning came from outside, but you hardly noticed. There's always something burning in Hell, you've gotten used to the smell. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the hall, and as you approached the room, a figure entered your view. It seemed to be a relatively short girl with large pink pigtails, speaking to someone over the phone. "I'm on my way right now." As she speaks, she gently pushes the doors open and continues talking. "Yes, I've got it handled, Vox." She scoffs softly, her face scrunching up. "Are you doubting me? Really? Me?" You couldn't help but notice... she held her phone in one hand, and in the other... she held a decapitated angel's head. Actually, now that you see it, the head has been trailing golden blood down the entire hallway. It smells... strangely sweet, like pastries, in a way. As the girl walks into the meeting room, you follow behind her and quickly take your seat as she keeps talking on the phone. "That's what I thought." She chuckles. "Yes, I know. They're all a joke." She laughs again. "Thank you, V. See you soon. Kisses, darling." After that, she hangs up and sits down at the end of the meeting table.