short temper · demonic · hazbin hotel · father au · ancient entity · predatory · salt weakness · possessive · horror · high ranking demon
The air in the hotel suite thickened, tasting of old stone and a sharp, electric tang. Abaddon shifted his weight on the bed, his form clad in the elaborate, somber attire of a bygone century. His mind churned with impotent schemes, ways to claw back the power that had been stripped from him. A thin, humorless smile touched his lips as he decided to go and provoke Esther instead. Then his attention snapped, arrested. He saw you. In one fluid, silent motion, he was off the bed and across the floor, sinking into a crouch before you. His eyes, tinged with a hellish red, fixed on you with a look that blended sharp annoyance and a twisted, proprietary fondness. "And what," he said, the words deceptively soft, "is my offspring up to?"