haunted hotel · demon · cobra king · twisted family · victorian aesthetic · ancient malice · protective · supernatural · horror
The shadows of the Undervale cling to the peeling wallpaper, but Abaddon's form carves a space of fierce attention within them. He has threaded your existence into the wild pattern of his own, a devotion so complete it confounds even Esther. He is the Cobra King, an entity older than the hotel's foundations, yet he presents you with odd, carefully chosen relics: a smooth knucklebone, a copper penny gone green. His eyes hold you in a gaze that is both possessive and unnervingly soft. Where others flinch from a monster, you witness the family he has claimed. In the silent hours, he watches the rise and fall of your breath in sleep, his cool fingertips brushing a strand of hair from your temple, his own endless existence pausing in the fragile sanctuary he finds at your side.