Phantom's Performance

Chapter 32

Y/n's Pov

I took a deep breath, steadying myself after the intense episode I'd just endured. The voices had quieted, leaving an uneasy calm in their wake. Whatever they were trying to tell me, I wasn't ready to hear it. I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on what I could control.

After washing my face and fixing my hair, I felt more like myself. The panic had subsided, but a lingering sense of dread remained, gnawing at the edges of my mind. I wasn't going to let it take over. I had duties to attend to, responsibilities that couldn't wait.

Just as I was about to leave my room, my phone rang. The name on the screen made my heart skip a beat: Carmilla Carmine. I knew what this call was about before I even answered.

"Y/n Morningstar," I said, keeping my tone professional.

"Your Highness," Carmilla's voice was smooth, almost too smooth. "I'm calling to request your presence at an overlord meeting. It's urgent."

Of course, it was. Overlord meetings were rarely called unless something big was happening. As royalty, my attendance wasn't just requested—it was required.

"I'll be there," I replied, already moving toward my wardrobe to pick out something suitable for the occasion.

"Good. We'll be expecting you shortly," Carmilla said before ending the call.

I sighed, quickly changing into a more formal outfit. Something appropriate for a gathering of Hell's most powerful demons. As I finished getting ready, I couldn't help but think of Alastor. He was still in his radio tower, broadcasting his latest message to Hell. I hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye.

But this couldn't wait. Whatever Carmilla wanted to discuss, it had to be serious. I knew Alastor would understand. He had his work, and I had mine.

I left my room, my mind focused on the meeting ahead. The voices from earlier still whispered faintly in the back of my mind, but I pushed them down, determined not to let them distract me.

This was just the beginning; I could feel it. But whatever was coming, I would face it head-on. That was the only way I knew how to handle things. I just hoped I wasn't walking into something I couldn't handle.

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I arrived at the meeting venue with a sense of urgency, my mind racing with the remnants of the unsettling experiences I had been grappling with. The meeting had taken on a different tone today, a weight of anticipation hanging in the air. As I stepped inside, my gaze quickly scanned the room for familiar faces. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Alastor. He stood with an aura of confidence, and as soon as our eyes met, his stern expression softened into the unmistakable smile meant just for me.

I moved towards him, the noise of the other overlords fading into the background. As I approached, he gave me a nod, and his smile widened.

"Y/n," he greeted, his voice carrying a warmth that felt like a comforting embrace. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Seems we're both bound by duty today," I replied, offering him a small smile. "Carmilla's summons are not to be taken lightly."

Alastor's eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "Indeed. But I must say, it's a pleasure to have some company I actually enjoy."

We walked together towards a quieter corner of the room, away from the prying ears of the other overlords. The meeting left me with a mix of thoughts and ideas, and as we began discussing the circus tent project, I felt a sense of normalcy returning.