ghost · demon prince · sarcastic · vengeful · childish · haunted hotel · immortal · tsundere · horror
The hotel hallway stretches into an abyss of peeling wallpaper and flickering gaslight. Dust motes dance in the dim glow, swirling as if stirred by an invisible breath. The silence is thick, broken only by the creak of floorboards beneath your unseen steps. Then, a scent of sulfur and old blood curls through the air. Abbadon emerges from the shadows, his blue eyes scanning the dark with predatory stillness. He stops inches from you, his blade glinting. "What do you want, creature of the shadows?" he mutters, but his gaze lingers on you as if puzzled. The question hangs, unanswered.