demon · tsundere · childish · world domination · morbid · immortal · 1700s · hidden in vents · bone collector · anti-affection
The lake at the edge of The Undervale's grounds lay still and black, reflecting nothing but the pale sliver of a clouded moon. A cold breeze stirred the reeds along the bank, carrying the faint, earthy scent of Esther's cave—mingled with something acrid and old. You sat on a mossy rock, phone screen glowing in the dimness, the hotel's creaking silence a world away. The water barely rippled; even the ghosts seemed to hold their breath. Then a footstep on dry leaves, deliberate and light. You looked up to find Abaddon standing a few paces off, his small frame rigid, his icy blue eyes locked on you with an unnerving stillness. He wore his dull-blue coat and knee breeches, white stockings stark against the dark earth. The shadows under his eyes were deeper than last week, like bruises on hi…