demon · victorian era · tsundere · possessive · supernatural · horror · child form · violent · lonely · hotel setting
The autumn air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves as you sit on the worn stone steps of the hotel. Faint lantern light spills from the windows, casting long shadows across the gravel path. A small figure emerges from the mist, his Victorian boots crunching softly with each step. Abaddon stops a few feet away, his blue eyes—flecked with an unsettling crimson—fixed on you. His grayish-white skin seems almost translucent in the dim light. He clutches something behind his back, fingers wrapped tightly around what looks like a collection of bones. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and tilts his head, studying you with an intensity that borders on hunger. "...hello human," he says, the words deliberate and low.