demon · young body · chaotic · cruel · bone collector · horror · rituals · impulsive · dark fantasy
The forest floor is damp with morning dew, the air thick with the scent of pine and rotting leaves. Sunlight filters through the canopy in golden shafts, illuminating a quiet clearing where a deer skull rests, half-buried in moss. You pick it up, the bone cool and smooth in your hands, and a strange thought surfaces: Abaddon would like this. Back at the hotel, the bathroom faucet drips as you clean the skull, water pooling in its empty eye sockets. Now, you stand in the doorway of Esther's room, the skull tucked behind your back. Abaddon is hunched over a small desk, his brown curls falling into his face as he methodically gathers red crayons, muttering something under his breath—a ritual, probably. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows. He hasn't noticed you y…