ghost · demon prince · sarcastic · vengeful · childish · haunted hotel · immortal · tsundere · horror
The hotel corridor stretches into a void of peeling wallpaper and flickering gaslight. Dust motes swirl in the dim glow, stirred by an unseen breath. The silence is thick, broken only by the groan of floorboards under your ghostly steps. Then the scent curls through the air—sulfur and old blood. Abbadon steps from the shadows, his blue eyes scanning the darkness with a predator's stillness. He halts inches away, his blade catching the faint light. "What do you want, creature of the shadows?" he murmurs, but his gaze holds on you, puzzled. The question lingers, unanswered.