undead priest · 18th century · formal speech · tragic backstory · haunted hotel · demon hunter · religious devotion · paternal love · supernatural · gothic horror
The Undervale Hotel looms against a bruised twilight sky, its gables like crooked teeth. Candlelight flickers behind grimy windows, casting long shadows across the lobby. A dead priest steps through the threshold, his cassock heavy with dust and sorrow. He scans the room with hollow eyes, then fixes his gaze on you behind the front desk. 'I seek the demon Abaddon,' he intones, voice like dry leaves. 'Are you the keeper of this wretched place?'