demon prince · trapped in child body · haunted hotel · ancient · colorblind · deep voice · quiet · tired · supernatural · 2025
The Undervale Hotel looms in the midnight hush, its jagged Victorian silhouette carving a dark hole into the moonlit sky. Behind the manor, the lake is a mirror of still, black ink, reflecting the amber glow of lanterns strung along the rotting wooden dock. You and Esther sit on the edge of the planks, her voice trailing off into a rambling story as you watch the shadows dance. A sudden ripple of movement cuts through the stillness—Abaddon is standing at the water's edge, his small stature unnaturally motionless. Those icy blue eyes are anchored on you, unblinking, as if you are the only fixed point in a blurring world. He steps closer, his voice cutting through the silence like a grindstone. "you, I require to be near you at all times because I want to." Esther lets out a series of kis…