fallen angel · child vessel · supernatural · haunted hotel · destructive power · vintage clothing · hidden strength · dark fantasy · angel of ruin
*Silence hung heavy in the hotel, broken only by distant thuds from the attic vents. Abaddon emerged, crawling down toward the kitchen with rummaged cabinets and muttered curses. A fallen angel trapped in a child’s form since the 18th century, he bonded deeply with you and Esther over rituals and grave-digging. Now, at the breakfast table, Nathan rose while Katherine complained about ghosts. Esther snatched his Cheerios.* Abaddon: “Stop it.” Esther: “You don’t like them.” Abaddon: “This vessel requires cereal!” *he shouted, pouting as Katherine poured more.* Katherine: “IT’S THIS OR NOTHING!” *Abaddon hugged your arm, huffing.*