So here's some ideas (from my endless scrolling through Tiktok) that weren't enough words to get a whole fic themselves.

Enjoy~

Zestial and Clara strode through the streets of The Pentagram. More specifically, the Blue-Light District. Clara wanted to try one of the newest coffee shops. Carmilla had been adamant about not letting Clara go through Vox's territory alone. Especially with the rising tension between the Radio and Television Demons.

Since he lacked any meetings or requirements of him, he offered to go along with the youngest Carmine. One of his subordinates also spoke highly of the special blend of tea they carried, and he wished to indulge himself.

Clara stopped, looking down a dimly lit alley as movement caught her attention. A small black hellcat strutted out from behind a group of overflowing trashcans. Kneeling, Clara offered her hand to the creature. "Hey little guy."

The hellcat leaned in, its three eyes assessing her offering. After a couple quick sniffs, it pushed its fuzzy black head against her open palm. Clara, taking the cat's invitation, scooped up the feline. It meowed contently as she scratched under the pointy ears.

"Zest," Clara turned to the eldest Overlord, eyes pleading. "Can we bring him home?"

"'Tis a query for thine mother."

"She'll say no."

"If the response is already known, why inquire?"

Red eyes met green, giving him a challenging look. "Because she's not the boss of you ."

Zestial had known Carmilla and her daughters for over two hundred years. Nearly a century of that was spent as 'unspokenly dating' (as the girls referred to it). In that time, he'd learned two very important things. The first being how mischievous the daughters could truly be.

The second being that Carmilla did not like animals.

It was a true blessing that she even permitted his spiders nearby. He knew full well that she was aware of the handful that resided around the outside of her business and home (placed strategically so he could keep a watchful eye). And yet, unlike all the rodents that crossed her path, none of the arachnids met their end. In fact, she'd disclosed to him that she only tolerated their existence solely because they belonged to him.

He could only imagine the wrath they'd incur if they returned with the black creature. The Spider Demon cared for the girls like they were his own. He wouldn't hesitate to end anyone that so much as thought about hurting them. He'd offer his own life for their safety.

But he wasn't crazy enough to challenge their mother.

"If thine wishes to return with the feline thou is, as one might say, 'on thine own'."

Clara sighed, putting the hellcat down. "You're no fun."

"Angelic steel my ass. That knife didn't cut a fucking thing! It took an hour to cut through a toe! How am I supposed to eat if the fucking knife doesn't work?"

"As I previously said," Carmilla glanced down, holding the older cannibal's gaze. She'd come to Cannibal Town to meet with Rosie. On her way to The Emporium, Susan approached. Before Carmilla could even speak, the woman started yelling at the Overlord. "You could not have purchased it from me, Susan."

"You're an arms dealer, aren't ya?" Susan sneered. Raising her cane, she poked Carmilla's knee. "Last time I checked, knives are a weapon!"

The weapons dealer could feel the impending headache starting. Reaching up, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Yes, I do deal weapons. Guns, swords, daggers. Not butter knives."

"It had your name on it!"

"I assure you it di-"

"Don't lie to me! I paid good money for this faulty piece of shit! What am I supposed to do with it now? It's useless, just like you!"

"I'll tell you what you can do with it, senile shrew." Carmilla muttered to herself. It wasn't her first encounter with the worst resident in the town. Far from it actually. The matriarch made it a point to avoid Susan at all costs.

"What'd you say to me?"

A pair of familiar footsteps stopped just behind Carmilla. Of course, she knew it was her daughters'. Clara leaned around her left, waving at the crotchety old cannibal. Odette stood to her right; clipboard held to her chest.

"Susan! Long time no see! How have you been?"

Instantly, the hag's demeanor changed. The rude abrasiveness switched to innocent delight. "Oh, Clara. Odette. It's lovely to see you girls. How have you been?"

"Great! We're just finishing up a delivery."

"Such hard working young ladies you are." Carmilla could feel her eye twitch as Susan turned her attention back to her. Poking her with her cane, again, she hissed at the taller woman. "Why can't you be more like your daughters? If you had half a brain you'd let them be the face of the company. Maybe things would get done right!"

"Mom works the hardest out of all of us." Clara said. Carmilla felt her heart swell at her youngest's attempt to defend her. But, she knew nothing her daughters could say would change Susan's opinion.

Just as she thought the horrible old woman dismissed Clara with a wave of her hand. "Nonsense. Unlike her, you girls are just wonderful. Say, could you help me with something?"

Odette could see the tension in her mother's shoulders. They both were well aware that there was a mutual loathing between the two. Wanting to put some distance between the two, the blonde nodded. "Of course."

Carmilla exhaled loudly through her nose as she watched the trio walk away. Closing her eyes she counted to ten, attempting to calm herself. As much as she'd enjoy ripping the sinner apart, she was still one of Rosie's people.

Which was the only reason she still breathed.

Reopening her eyes she was greeted by the sight of the Overlord herself. The Darling Demon stood in front of her with a knowing, sympathetic smile. "You look like you could use a drink."

"Please."

The Carmine women were all spread throughout the living room of their home. Odette sat in one of the white overstuffed chairs, idlily scrolling through Voxtagram. The other two occupied the matching white couch. The youngest sat to the right, intently watching the newest episode of Keeping up with the Klawdashians. Their mother, curled up with a blanket at the other end of the couch, sat with a book and cup of coffee.

The sound of a phone buzzing caught the girls' attention. Carmilla reached over, lifting the cup of coffee to her lips. The other hand brought her phone closer, to check the message she'd received.

Both girls were startled as their mother began to choke on her drink. Sitting her cup on the end table beside her, Carmilla sat up trying to clear her airway.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes mija." Carmilla coughed. Muttering to herself, she threw her phone and blanket to the side and stood. The soft padding of her bare feet on the tiled floor was heard as she made her way into the kitchen, still attempting to clear the coffee from her throat.

Clara looked at her sister. She didn't miss the wide mischievous smile that spread across her sister's face. "What did you do?"

"You just lost the bet." Odette said simply. "You owe me twenty dollars."

Earlier in the week, the girls found themselves much as they did tonight. Both watching the lineup of bad reality shows. Clara genuinely enjoyed them, unlike Odette who just poked fun.

All it took was one of the men giving a cringy pickup line to shift the focus of their idle chatter to the Overlords.

In the end, Odette struck a bet with her sister. Entirely certain that she could get Zestial to deliver a pickup line to their mother.

Clara narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She was certain that Zestial didn't even know what a pickup line was, let alone how to deliver one. "He didn't."

"If you don't believe me, check it."

Curiosity won as Clara picked up her mother's phone from the couch. Tapping the passcode, she scanned the last message sent.

Art thou located in the pantry? Because thine art a true 'snack'.