He had said nothing, even as the other Overlords began to file into the room.

Carmilla had requested for him to introduce himself like this, and it was probably a power play on her part. It seemed as though even Overlords as old as herself weren't immune to showing off, he reckoned, though for all it was worth, he was not against Carmine's idea, and with his arms crossed and his head bowed, he listened in as several of the Overlords entered the meeting room.

Radio static engulfed his senses at one point, as did an odd sensation that told him that someone was attempting to hack him. They were not being subtle, and as he acknowledged this, the young Demon opened his eyes, allowing his glowing blue optics to turn towards the one attempting to break through his personal firewalls as he glared at them in annoyance. Said individual was someone with a TV for a head, with him looking bewildered that he couldn't crack through the young Sinner simply huffed at this as he shook his head at his attempts.

If whatshisface thought that he could break through this firewall of his… then he might as well just shoot himself right now, because it would've been next to impossible!

"Hmhmhm… I see that thou hast taken Lady Carmine's advice upon thy unveiling, young Sinner," smiled the ancient Overlord that had opted to take a seat by the younger (much younger) one's side, and to this, the Sinner nodded. His fake hair, styled into a crescent moon, bobbed a little as he did so, and as did so, pistons and other unseen mechanics shifted beneath his fake skin.

"It was… smart to do so. And everyone else said that it was a good idea too," stated the Sinner, with him speaking what was on his mind as he glanced up at the much older Overlord, who chuckled faintly as he nodded.

"Lady Carmine's ideas oftimes are…"

Either way, the two descended into silence moments after, with them remaining that way, even after Carmilla Carmine herself had arrived on the scene. She was a little late, though it was intentional for once; she wished to stoke the flames of confusion amidst the other Overlords in regards to the unknown newbie before she arrived, and considering how quick she was asked about him when she had arrived, she reckoned that it had worked.

"Oi! Ooooooooooi! Carri! Who's the robotic midget?!" demanded that one Overlord with the pigtails and the overbearing fashion sense, to which Carmilla huffed as she acknowledged that one's lack of respect towards… well, anyone and anything, really, and as she sighed, she glanced towards the one being spoken of, who didn't seem all too put off by her words. He just seemed… indifferent to them, really, as he crossed his arms together, his comically large and long sleeves hiding most of what remained hidden beneath.

"Firstly, it is Carmine. Secondly… this is one of Hell's newest Overlords, and even if it is a lost concept down here, I would like to ask that you treat him with some modicum of respect, Velvette," insisted Carmilla, with her finding the Fashion Overlord, Velvette's lack of respect towards the now youngest Overlord present to be quite frankly insulting, though in response to this, the Sinner flipped her off whilst blowing some bubblegum, clearly not taking her words to heart all the while.

"Don't see why I gotta. The kid dun' look like much, and quite frankly, he seems kinda fuckin' young to be sittin' on a table with us grown ups. Hell, why's he sittin' next ta' you, anyhow? Wasn't the fossil usually sitting there, toots?" asked Velvette, with her comment getting her a mild grimace from Carmilla as she glared at the Fashion Demon, not liking her blatant disrespect of two of her friends, though before she could speak up…

… the temperature of the room plummeted a good few degrees as the youngest Overlord present flashed his aura. Demons of all kind, but especially those of high ranking, were able to do such a thing with minimal issue, usually as a means of intimidation, so when this one stood up and did as such, it was felt by almost everyone present in the room.

What's more… the cold, uncaring fury that could be felt, focused in on Velvette specifically, made everyone, even the Radio Demon, pause briefly at the sudden shift in atmosphere, and for the briefest of moments, the blue optics of the Automaton Overlord shifted into a greener hue as he glared at Velvette.

The Fashion Demon promptly fell back onto her seat when she felt such a powerful wave of killer instinct hit her all at once; this was something she hadn't felt since the days where she was just a lowly Sinner surviving in Pentagram City…! Why was she feeling this way now?! Just who was this guy?!

"Mikazuki. That is enough."

Almost instantly, however, the killing intent fogging up the room like a cloud of miasma died down, especially as Carmilla bonked the youngest Overlord present over the head with the side of her hand. Blinking a little, the Automaton's eyes shifted back to being blue as he turned to stare up at Carmine, and after lowering his head in apology, Carmilla sighed and continued, with the Overlord sitting by the two chuckling faintly all the while.

"Aphem… to answer your question, Velvette, the one sitting next to me is the current youngest Overlord of Hell and the bodyguard to the head of a mercenary division known as Tekkadan," explained Carmilla, with her holding back a smile as she acknowledged how Tekkadan had so quickly skyrocketed up her client list in but two short years. Impressive, really… and maybe a bit worrying how they all looked so young, but that's besides the point. "The one he serves is an official business partner to my weapons manufacturing division, and he himself is here to represent his organisation as a whole."

Alright… that was certainly weird. Mikazuki Augus was an Overlord… that kinda tracked. The Sinner did radiate quite a lot of power, even when he wasn't actively flexing it to those around him, and considering how both Carmilla and the Overlord sitting next to him were seemingly on good terms with him, the guy definitely seemed… competent, at the very least, though that did beg the question…

… just who the Hell did Mikazuki serve?

For now, though, Mikazuki didn't seem interested in answering any possible questions as he listened to Carmilla introduce him, and as she did so, he remained painfully silent as the conversation veered back towards the mundane.

And through it all, quiet Radio Static could just barely be heard in the background, playing softly as general interest in this new Overlord grew evermore.

You know what's funny. When I deleted the original version of the story, teasers for Hazbin Hotel began to pop up in earnest.

Now that's hilarious.

Nothing much to say for the prologue chapter. This is more of a 'testing' sort of chapter to gauge general interest. If people are interested, then I'll continue this, and if they're not, I'll delete it without a second thought.

Uh… more Tekketsu No Kyojin will be coming soon? I'm working on edits for that one, if anyone's curious…?

IDk I am very tired rn lmao.