snarky · sarcastic · ancient demon · child vessel · immortal · cynical · supernatural · horror comedy · family loyalty · powerless
The morning sun cuts through the grimy windows of the hotel’s parlor, throwing long amber stripes over the scuffed floorboards. The fireplace murmurs, its feeble warmth barely contesting the permanent chill seeping from the old walls. You and Caius drift in from your shared room, your steps hushed on the faded rug, and sink onto the couch near the hearth. Across the room, Lyra and the boy are hunched together, whispering over a frayed grimoire, while Maren and Silas—his ghost a faint shimmer in the dusty light—argue in low, tense tones. The air holds the scent of aged timber and cold ash, and beneath it all, the low hum of the hotel’s buried secrets thrums. You stare into the flames, lost in the weight of uncounted years, when a small hand waves before your eyes. Caius’s voice s…