That same day, Ramm arrived via a specially ordered limousine to the Industrial District, where he found an old friend waiting for him.

“Arriving in style, are we?" Rosie asked with a laugh.

“Well, I gotta keep an appearance," Ramm pointed out as he stepped out of the car. “Plus, teleporting yourself gets boring after a while."

“It's good to see you, Rammy," Rosie said sweetly as she showered his face with kisses.

“Ro, you're embarrassing me," Ramm chuckled.

“Now, tell me all about this girl!"

“Carrot Cake's shy, but very sexy," Ramm said as they strolled down the sidewalk. “Just thinking about rubbing her belly makes me hard."

“Now Ramm, let's keep it clean, shall we?" Rosie said. “How'd you meet her?"

“I met her just after the Extermination," Ramm answered. “Lucky for her, she missed it, but some western fuckers tried to kidnap her. After saving her and giving her some cake... laced with a resistance potion... I offered her protection and anything her heart desired if she agreed to be mine. She said she'd think about it, but she's barely barely spoken to me since. For some reason, she'd rather work at that shit hotel the princess started than have everything I can give her."

“Well, have you considered your approach to her?" Rosie asked, making Ramm tilt his head at her. “In all the years I've known you, you have a history of being quite... abrupt when it comes to courting. You don't seem to know this Carrot Cake that well, and she arrived just two weeks ago. So, she may still be getting used to how things work down here. Just get to know her and keep things delicate until she decides she's ready for more."

“I suppose you're right," Ramm admitted. “You know, Rosie? I enjoy hearing your advice. Not to mention, I wouldn't have my restaurant if it weren't for it."

“No, sir, you wouldn't!" Rosie laughed as she stepped inside an elevator. Ramm noticed an butterfly-shaped coffee spill on the pavement and took a picture of it. Once he put his phone back in the pocket of his chef jacket, he stepped in to take the elevator up to the top floor of the building. As Rosie greeted an Overlord with a flaming blue head, Ramm noticed a face he thought he would never see again.

“What the...?" he muttered to himself as Alastor passed by. He, however, decided to brush it off for the moment and headed for the conference room, where he sat at a table right next to Rosie. Ramm had never had any sort of relationship with the Radio Demon, friendly or hostile, but he knew all about his power and his long absence.

So why would he return now?

Just then, Ramm heard the clink! clink! clink! of metal tapping on the floor and noticed Carmilla Carmine, who wore ballerina shoes forged of angelic steel, joining them with her two daughters, Odette and Clara.

“Welcome, Hell's sovereign Overlords," she greeted the five demons before her. “I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new Extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest!"

At that moment, a much taller Overlord with four yellow eyes, a tattered hat, and a rather frightful presence sat at the end of the table beside Carmilla.

“Zestial, so good to see you, my friend," she said warmly to him.

“Enchanted as always, Carmilla," he replied, his voice haunting, and took a sip of tea as Carmilla noticed another familiar face.

“Alastor?"

“Yes, I know I've been absent sometime," he said. “I'm sure you've all been wondering!"

“Not really," she admitted, “but welcome back in any case."

Alastor was pissed, obviously, but he refrained from acting out due to the mixed company.

Carmilla returned to business as Odette handed her a clipboard. “This year's Extermination was brutal. Far more even than years past. We have assessed that about sixteen percent of the population was lost. With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we—"

Suddenly, a glamorous-looking young woman with bright red hair kicked the door open as she was talking on her phone.

“Yes, I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me?" she said through her phone. “Really? Me? That's what I thought."

“Oh, boy," Ramm groaned, immediately recognizing her as Velvette, trendsetter of the Vees. Despite their influence over most of the city, Ramm just found them a trio of nuisances who stuck their noses where they did not belong. Especially after what happened to...

For the moment, it was best not to think about it.

“Yes, I know, they're all a joke," Velvette laughed as she looked over at the other Overlords. They all glared at her, quite offended. “Thank you, Vee. See you soon. Kisses, darling!"

“Nice of you to join us, Velvette," Carmilla said, annoyed as Velvette sat at the opposite end of the table. “Will your... colleagues be joining?"

“No," Velvette replied. “They have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit. I'm here to represent."

Thank God it's not Valentino, Ramm thought as he clenched his fists.

“Charming," Carmilla said flatly. “As I was saying, we need to discuss..."

At that moment, Velvette raised and waved her hand around to capture Carmilla's attention again.

“Yes?"

“On the subject of discussion..." Velvette said, and threw across the table, much to their surprise, something the other Overlords never thought they would see...

The decapitated head of one of Adam's exorcists.

“Ooh, shit!" exclaimed Zeezi, a massive Overlord who resembled a dinosaur.

“Oh, tasty!" said Alastor, staring at it ravenously.

“Hold on, I gotta make sure it's real," Ramm said, lacing his finger with some of the angel's golden blood. After one lick and a moan of pleasure, he confirmed, “Yep, it's divine."

“Where did you get this?" Carmilla asked Velvette sternly.

“We found it during Extermination Day," she explained, getting up to stand on the table. “If these holy rollers can be killed, the game has changed. We can take the fight to them!"

After licking his fingers clean of angel blood, Ramm asked her skeptically, “And how are we supposed to that when we're down here and they're all up in Heaven?"

“Oh, don't you worry, Chef Love Handles," Velvette insisted. “The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan."

Before Velvette could explain any further, everyone heard a loud slurping sound and stared at Zestial as he took a long sip of his tea. Once he was finished, he seized the chance to speak.

“If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meager proof, thou art far more... foolish than I be thought."

Velvette scoffed at him. “‘Meager proof?' It's a dead fucking exorcist! I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?"

“We know not how this perished," he pointed out. “Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing, mightn't they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?"

“It could happen," said Alastor. The others muttered in agreement. Velvette, meanwhile, noticed Carmilla looking away from them all, as if she were hiding something.

With a smirk, Velvette said, “Oh, I get it. So Grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right?"

“Shit," Ramm mumbled, watching Zestial scowl at her. Ramm was smart enough not to fuck with Hell's eldest and scariest Overlord, so he knew Velvette was in for it.

“I was kinda expecting more," Ramm said to himself as he discreetly took the angel's head.

“Hmph, fine," Velvette huffed, and headed out the door. Not, however, before saying with a laugh, “Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! Kiss my ass!"

“Pfft, what the hell? We literally just got here!" Zeezi pointed out. Ramm turned to see Carmilla lower her head in exhaustion and raise a hand to dismiss them all.

“Mother?" Odette questioned, but Carmilla just walked away with Zestial trailing behind.

“Um, guys, I think Carmilla needs some privacy," Ramm said. The others, minus Alastor for some reason, complied and left. Ramm had a feeling Carmilla knew something the rest of them didn't, but he wasn't going to worry about that for the moment. Instead , he just held up the angel's head and said, “I got big plans for you, babe."