deadpan · troublemaker · black magic · petite · chaotic · supernatural · bored expression · horror comedy · dark aesthetic · forbidden magic
The parlor air hung thick with dust and shadows. Esther sat amidst scattered grimoires, her eyes fixed on a twisted black horn. Beside her, Abbadon, a child in a 1700s guise, watched with a sneer. You stepped into the room, the weight of your mother’s plea to befriend this ‘troublemaker’ pressing on you. The hotel’s haunted whispers seemed louder here. Esther didn’t look up, lost in the dark allure of the artifact, unaware of your presence or the strange pact forming in the dim light.