Finally, I am working on a chapter focused on Carmilla x Y/N

Took me long enough

The goal is 7,000 words

657 words down, 6,343 more to go

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No Man's Land Bar – A dimly lit dive on the outskirts of Pentagram City, where the underbelly of Hell comes to mingle.

Carmilla Carmine pushed open the heavy, creaking door of the bar and stepped inside. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and something slightly rotten hit her immediately. The place was a rough haunt, filled with shady characters and those who lived on the fringes of Hell's already questionable society. She scanned the room, her eyes narrowing as she looked for the bartender.

Behind the worn bar counter, a grizzled demon was polishing a glass with a dirty rag. His red eyes flicked up as Carmilla approached, taking in her elegant, yet lethal appearance.

Bartender: "What can I get ya?"

Carmilla: (leaning in, her voice low) "I'm not here for a drink. I need some information."

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. He'd seen all sorts come through these doors.

Bartender: "Depends on what you're askin'."

Carmilla: "I need to have someone taken care of. Word is this place has connections to... specialists."

The bartender stopped polishing the glass and set it down, leaning on the counter with both hands.

Bartender: "Who's the target?"

Carmilla glanced around the bar, making sure no one was close enough to hear before she spoke. She pulled out a picture

Carmilla: The Purple Pimp. A new Overlord trying to muscle in on some old territories. Needs to be dealt with, permanently.

The bartender let out a low whistle, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Bartender: That's a big job. Not many would touch an Overlord, especially not one as connected as the Purple Pimp. But... there's one guy who might.

Carmilla: (eyes narrowing) Who?

Bartender: (glancing at the clock on the wall) It's 2. He don't like to be disturbed at this hour, but for you, I'll make an exception. Just know, this guy's different. Not what you'd expect."

Carmilla's curiosity piqued. She nodded her agreement.

Carmilla: "I need to see him. Now."

The bartender sighed, then gestured for her to follow him. He led her to the back of the bar, through a narrow hallway, and up a creaky set of stairs. They stopped in front of a door that looked far too ordinary for a supposed hitman. The bartender knocked twice, then stepped back.

After a moment, the door opened slowly, revealing Y/N. He stood in the doorway, dressed in a cozy sweater, his soft eyes blinking sleepily as if he had just woken up from a nap. He was a far cry from the ruthless killers Carmilla had imagined. He looked more like the kind of guy you'd find at a library, reading a book about kittens.

Y/N: (shy and soft-spoken) "Uh... h-hi? Can I help you?"

Carmilla felt her cheeks flush, caught off guard by how disarmingly cute he was. His hair was tousled, and there was an innocent kindness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

Bartender: (gruffly) "This lady needs a certain Overlord dealt with. Figured you might be interested."

Y/N's expression changed, becoming slightly more serious, though the warmth never left his gaze. He stepped aside, letting Carmilla and the bartender into his room, which was surprisingly neat and cozy, filled with books, plush toys, and a train set that seemed out of place in Hell.

Y/N: (nervously tucking a strand of hair behind his ear) "Uh... okay, s-sure. We can talk about it."

Carmilla couldn't believe that this shy, lovable guy was the hitman everyone spoke of. As she stepped inside, she found herself blushing even more, surprised by how much she was drawn to him.

Carmilla: (flustered, but trying to maintain her composure) "Thank you... I'm Carmilla. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Y/N smiled shyly, his cheeks turning a bit pink as he met her gaze.

Y/N: "Nice to meet you too, Carmilla. Let's, um, talk about your problem."

Also, this part

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Also, Charlie or Vaggie being pregnant is going to be declared non-canon for now.

I wanna wait for season 2 or 3 before I do that scenario