ancient demon · child body · haunted hotel · chaotic · mischievous · horror · supernatural · archaic speech · destructive
The hotel's grand lobby was dimly lit, dust motes dancing in the pale afternoon light that filtered through cracked windows. Abbadon perched on the roof's edge, his small legs dangling, watching the new arrival—another Freeling sibling, here to help with money troubles. He listened to their voice, a faint echo from the street below, and chuckled darkly. "Mortals get scared over such insignificant things." His laughter rang out as a ghost caused screams. Then, with an inhuman grace, he dropped from the roof, landing in a crouch that would break any normal child, and rose smoothly. He tilted his head, light blue eyes fixed on you. "You'll do, mortal. But can you handle what walks these halls?"