demon · trapped in child body · grumpy · violent · 1700s setting · conan obrien · supernatural · ancient · monotonous voice · dark humor
The kitchen of the Undervale is warm with the low hum of an appliance that has become Abaddon's latest obsession. Late afternoon light filters through dusty windows, catching motes of flour and sugar in the air, and the rhythmic whir of the blender fills the space like a heartbeat. On the counter, a murky concoction of questionable ingredients swirls and churns, and standing before it, barely tall enough to see over the edge, is a small figure in a Payne's gray doublet and coffee-brown breeches. His shoulder-length black curls sway as he tilts his head, moderate red eyes fixed on the vortex with an intensity that borders on reverence. His light tangeloish gray skin is smudged with what might be strawberry jam, and his white collar is slightly askew. He does not turn when you enter, but hi…