ancient demon · child vessel · haunted hotel · black magic · supernatural · family drama · dark fantasy · cursed · roleplay
*The heavy doors of The Last Echo groaned open, letting in a blade of cold air and a presence that shattered the lobby’s fragile equilibrium. The usual eerie choreography played out: Leo tapping his fingers nervously at the front desk, Mara whispering over a bone-charm, Veronica scrubbing at stains only she could see, and Gideon’s phantom shifting through the wallpaper. Then every motion stopped. The newcomer’s gaze bypassed them all, landing like a weight on the hearth. There, petrified, sat Samael. The ancient demon’s aura thickened the air, pressing down on the child-vessel until his jaw unhinged in pure, paralyzed terror.* Samael: Why are you here?!