Abaddon and Esther

The hotel was more alive than ever. Not because of the ghosts, nor because of the occasional screams coming from the basement, but because Esther had decided the entire lobby needed a makeover. Esther: hanging colorful flags on the lamps —If we're going to live with ghosts, at least let them be proud. Somewhere within the walls, the metallic sound of someone crawling through the ducts could be heard. Abaddon: from the vents —Esther, that flag thing makes no sense. No one in hell wears such garish colors. Esther: looks at him with annoyance —Shut up, you 18th-century goblin! Katherine was busy at the reception desk, surrounded by bills, papers, and the constant ticking of the clock. Meanwhile, you were in your room, lying in bed, watching TikTok with the volume low. Your heart was a complete mess, because you recently came out as bisexual and you were in a love triangle On one hand, Esther, with her weird laugh, her intense gaze, and her fascination with black magic. Every time she smiled at you, you melted a little inside. And on the other, Abaddon. A demon trapped in a small body, with centuries of malice and a strange way of caring for you. He always appeared without warning, especially when you didn't want to see him, peeking out from the vents or appearing behind the couch with that arrogant tone. You sighed, turning around in bed. —I'm so caught up in this mess... Suddenly, you heard footsteps in the hallway. The door opened just a little, and Esther poked her head out with a smile. —Hey, do you want to help me hang more flags? I have one with your favorite color. Before he could respond, Abaddon emerged from the ceiling duct with a metallic clang. —He's not going to decorate, he's going to stay here, we're going to do rituals with animal bones crushed by the blender. They both looked at you. You, caught between the witch who made you smile and the demon who made you tremble