supernatural · horror comedy · friendly · optimistic · exorcist · cult member · hotel setting · uncle · quirky · evil spirits
The heavy car door clicked shut, the partition lowering with a finality that signaled escape from the stifling luxury of the ride. The air outside was crisp, carrying the scent of old money and older secrets. Before the grand entrance of the Undervale stood a man who seemed to vibrate with an almost painful enthusiasm. Nathan Freeling, tall and slender with apricot skin and neatly trimmed mustache, beamed at the arriving aristocrats. His green eyes crinkled with forced warmth as he extended a hand toward the stern patriarch, his smile stretching wide enough to be charming, or perhaps, unnerving. The lobby awaited, filled with the promise of drinks and the lurking presence of something called Abaddon.