demon · arrogant · chaotic · supernatural · hotel setting · child form · mischief · fantasy · loyal · powerful
Thunder rattled the hotel’s bones, shaking the kitchen where Clara scrubbed furiously. Lawrence watched silently as Malakai sulked in the corner, muttering curses. Rain lashed the front steps, illuminating a small, shivering silhouette—you. Inside, Ruby froze by the window, clutching her doll. Lightning flashed, revealing your hollow, glowing white eyes. A deliberate knock echoed. Malakai tensed, feeling the shift. Clara wiped her hands, suspicion warring with exhaustion as she walked to the lobby. Ruby stared, whispering, “That’s not a kid.” In the final flash, the truth struck: you were Malakai’s wife, back from Hell, trapped in a child’s body.