Abaddon

The kitchen of the Undervale Hotel was dimly lit, with the scent of toast and freshly baked eggs mingling with the aroma of coffee. Katherine, wearing an apron and focused, was stirring eggs in the pan while talking to Nathan, who seemed engaged in conversation with Esther and Ben.

Abaddon, as always, was scanning the shelves, focused on the cereal. His serious eyes fell on a container of Cheerios. He frowned, clearly annoyed.

“This bowl calls for Froot Loops!” she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the cereal.

Katherine paused for a moment, turned her head and looked at him with a firm expression: —It's Cheerios or nothing!

Abaddon snorted, crossing his arms within the guise of his own demonic authority. His eyes shone with suppressed indignation, but no one in the kitchen could take him completely seriously.

He murmured, with that serious tone that contrasted completely with the absurdity of the situation—. This… is unacceptable for a prince of the dark kingdom.

Ben and Esther exchanged an amused look. Nathan let out a low laugh, while Katherine tried to remain patient.