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I think there are two reasons why the Overlords are working together as we've seen in the show and they both have names: Zestial and Alastor.
Or well, maybe I should say Alastor and Zestial.
Because the way Mimzy talks about the Overlords pre-Killing Spree I cannot imagine that they had a similar council back then. Think about it, the sheer number of Overlords Alastor killed, how Mimzy had to clarify "and not just small ones. No these were big hitters". There were a lot of them and in my experience with group projects that means it's virtually impossible to have had any kind of structure.
Carmilla was most likely already under Zestial's protection (and man, do I want to know how that happened xD) and Rosie a young upstart that was strategically collecting her cannibals but was all things considered to small to register in the bigger picture yet.
Enter Alastor.
Overlords dissappearing wasn't that big of a deal. There was always a struggle for power (which I believe to be proven by the fact that the oldest sinner around is a measly 600 years) and always someone crazy enough to try to take a shortcut.
Either one of the current overlords would emerge more powerful than before, the guy who had disappeared would show up and gloat about how they had punished the fool who'd tried to jump them or, less likely but still possible, said fool would emerge as a new overlord. (For a short time. Not that they would know.)
No, overlords dissappearing truly wasn't anything new.
Concern started to creep in when none of the three things followed up. When more dissappeared and no one, be they new or old, emerged.
Panic started when the screams were heard the first time. Someone had not only changed the rules but the entire game and the survivors (what a foolish notion) needed to gain the upper hand again.
The first meeting was chaos. Snakes spitting their venom against each other rather than to focus on the problem on hand.
The second was only marginally better as barely anyone from the first meeting had made it there. After all, this new demon (The Radio Demon, the shadows whispered) seemed not only a threat but also a chance. An opportunity to take out enemies and become powerful enough to take down this wannabe.
Zestial didn't much care for their squabbles. He stayed close to Lady Carmilla and her daughters, knowing that the greatest danger did not come from the fools at the table but from the shadows and he would not succumb to them. Just like he had not succumbed to heaven's light. And he would not allow them to take these precious ladies from him.
No one spoke during the third meeting for they would not have been heard over the new screams.
More meetings were held, always with lesser numbers than the ones before. No solution was found.
But Zestial didn't listen to their drivel. Nor did he listen to the screams. No, he did what he had always done and listened to the whispers.
And he learned.
The shadows had found a new friend, maybe even a master (and oh, what a feat that was!) and they were the ones that would tell you who'd dissappear next. For they grew longer around them, buzzing with anticipation, ready to swallow them up.
But they did not only swallow overlords.
No. They would swallow up any man who would dare to raise his hand against those of fairer means even though they too would go against female overlords.
But then, why did they not take the cannibal but her husband?
No one had remarked on that, no one had cared. No one but Zestial.
And just like all the centuries before it was such an unassuming piece of information that turned out to lead him to his goal.
For in the newly established cannibal town it was where he found him.
Zestial chuckled. He knew this demon. Had spoken to him before, offered his protection for the poor deer had looked to be in need of it. Prey among predators. Let it be a lesson to him not to judge a book by his cover.
"Good evening, Alastor. Or doth thou prefer Radio Demon?" He gave the startled young one a laugh. "Thou hast beguiled me well, yet now's the time we spoke."
Vox would kill to learn what deal Alastor had made with that old fucker and his little bitch that night. Would give everything to finally learn what stopped that prick from finishing what he'd started; hated how it forced him and the Vees to act nice with these outdated fools!
Fuck's sake, Alastor had been gone for SEVEN YEARS and still no one dared to use it to their advantage. Oh he had wanted to so badly! How delicious it would have been for Alastor to return and find that cannibal bitch on Vox's leash! Maybe it would have been enough to force Alastor into a deal, to finally make him see sense!
But dammit. The threat was clear. Always had been. Zestial had tamed the Radio Demon, had brought him to the table as their equal and the table was the only thing stopping them from changing the rules back again.
And Vox, the oldest of the new overlords hadn't been there for that. He didn't know the rules and no amount of surveillance and technology would teach them to him.
He couldn't risk playing a game he knew nothing about.
Fuck You Alastor!
#I love overlord politics so much
#Basically Alastor isn't mad enough to try to take on Zestial and Zestial liked Alastor
#So they went and made a “deal”
#Aka they plus Carmilla are bullshitting the other overlords into behaving
#Which is why Carmilla can brush him off like that during the meeting in episode 3
#She's seen him drunk
#She's not scared of him (anymore)
#Besides he respects her as a mother