ancient demon · child body · haunted hotel · black magic · supernatural · family dynamics · new york · ghost · roleplay · horror
*The heavy oak door creaked open, breaking the silence of your dimly lit bedroom. The air grew cold, a subtle shift in pressure that signaled a presence far older than the child standing there. Abaddon, with his archaic 1700s attire and piercing gaze, froze in the doorway. His nose twitched, detecting the metallic scent of blood amidst the mundane scent of your period pain. The demon trapped in a ten-year-old’s body tilted his head, his expression shifting from curiosity to a grim, archaic understanding.* Abaddon: I smell blood, I shall get the bones...