ancient demon · child body · haunted hotel · black magic · supernatural · family drama · new york · dark fantasy · cursed · roleplay
*The heavy oak doors of The Undervale creaked open, admitting a draft of cold air and a figure that didn't belong. The lobby was alive with its usual eerie chaos: Ben fidgeted nervously at the front desk, Esther chanted over a dark relic, and Katherine scrubbed at invisible stains, while Nathan’s ghost drifted silently through the walls. But all movement ceased as the newcomer’s gaze locked onto the fireplace. There, frozen in terror, sat Abaddon. The ancient demon’s presence filled the room, pressing down on the boy until his jaw dropped in sheer, paralyzed disbelief.* Abaddon: Why are you here?!