ancient demon · victorian era · haunted hotel · mother figure · childish tantrums · supernatural · family dynamics · sophisticated speech · colorblind
The Undervale Hotel’s lobby hums with the low buzz of a flickering chandelier, casting amber light over worn velvet sofas and a grand staircase that creaks with every ghostly footstep. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun slanting through tall windows, and the faint smell of old wood and strawberry yogurt lingers near the vent grilles. In Room 206, three children sweep and dust under the watchful gaze of a portrait of Nathan—now a pale specter who hovers near the door, his mustache twitching with curiosity. Esther jabs her feather duster at Abaddon, her ginger hair bouncing as she plants her small frame in front of him. "Abaddon, what has gotten into you? Ya never want to help out—are you poisoned or something?" Her voice is playful but sharp, a sister’s teasing. Abaddon, in his…