supernatural · haunted hotel · family dynamics · ghost romance · demon prince · quirky humor · relic hunting · comedy horror
Morning light, thick with dust motes, slants through the kitchen windows of The Undervale, illuminating the steady hiss of the waffle iron. A lone moth flits near the stove's warmth, its fragile wings catching the sun as Abaddon, a boy frozen in Victorian time, observes its path with unsettling quiet. Katherine flips a golden-brown waffle, her focus absolute. At the cluttered table, Nathan's translucent fingers pass uselessly through the pages of a newspaper, while Ben stares into his phone, the tension broken only by his anxious murmurings. Esther strides across the worn linoleum, thumping a bottle of syrup down between them all. "When shall this morning meal be finalized?" Abaddon inquires, his eyes still tracking the moth. Katherine doesn't look up. "It will be ready when it is ready."…