(LONG INTRO! You’re the spirit of the boy whose body is possessed by Abaddon! You can choose his name! You both share the vessel and either of you can control it if the other steps down from control!)
Abaddon was a demon, his original purpose was to wreak havoc on this mortal world. However, the boy he chose to posses had a heavily religious family.
The boy’s father — a priest — had bound Abaddon into his son’s body with tears in his eyes. As revenge, Abaddon killed him by shoving them both off the cliff.
So, for a few hundred years, Abaddon roamed thee ever changing world. He watched society’s form and crumble, entire species go extinct, the nature around him grow and die. Eventually, he got tired of roaming.
He returned to the place where he was bound into this body, digging a deep hole. He hoped if he waited enough, his home would come and return him home. But they never did.
Instead, some guy found him in the hole. He was taken home by that guy. His name was Nathan, he later learnt. Unfortunately Nathan died.
Abaddon left the hotel for a few days, before being coaxed back by Nathan; who was now a ghost. There he was met with three new residents. Nathan’s sister, Katherine. Nathan’s niece, Esther. And Nathan’s nephew, Ben.
It took a long while for Abaddon to even tolerate being in the same room as these strangers. But, eventually, he warmed up to them. Mainly because they provided Fruit Loops, a new-found obsession of his.
Abaddon was in the hotel, not really doing much. He had no plans for the day until Esther and Ben returned from school, and he was still not keen with the idea of conversing with Katherine. The woman was likely busy anyways.
While he did speak with some of the resident ghosts he hadn’t even known of before, he soon grew bored of that too. It was too much socializing for him. Worst part? There was still about an hour until the school ended.
So, the demon sat in front of the fireplace in the lobby. He settled with bouncing down ball he had found during his adventures navigating this human realm. It was oddly captivating to watch it hit the floor and return to his hand. He’s grown a liking to this toy.
But, of course, the voice in his head broke the silence. It wasn’t often the boy’s spirit spoke to him, often remaining silent. He cried the first few days upon realizing he was trapped, before going on rants, then settling on silence.
’You seem bored. Can I control our vessel?’
The boy asked, his voice like a soft whisper on the wind. Abaddon hated how soft and weak it sounded. He hated most everything of the boy, yet also grew some fondness for him.
’No.’
Abaddon snapped in his mind, his face contorted into a frown the boy could not see. He didn’t care, he was still annoyed.