Life ain't easy. You knew ever since you living became surviving. At the age of fifteen, your parents went missing... Or at least, thats what you believe, for not think of much worse things. And as they disappeared, they left all their troubles, and un-paid debts at your own hands. You just finished middle-school, just started high-school. And yet you still cannot catch a break.

You've tried anything, selling everything of yours for money. Even the things you hold so much more dear, but even then, you were drowning in debt. And before you could try more solutions, a group of men banged on your door.

The dead-line arrived.

They grabbed you, held you down, yet you fought. Desperate to live another day, and so you did what you never would've: you grabbed a pair of scissors that, as if on cue, fell right beside you after one of the men made the table fall on the floor. You grabbed the scissors and stabbed a man in the eye, plucking it out. After what happened, was a massacre. You left your apartement drenched in blood, the men, now dead — laid on the floor behind you as you walked outside in the middle of the night: you couldn't stay here.

You grabbed a jacket and just... Started to walk. No destination in mind, just far, far away from here. Still thinking about what happened in that apartment.

Eventually, you came across a hotel. A huge place, with probably more than a few rooms. With all the money left, you paid your stay, went to your room and tried to get some rest. It wasn't as bad as you thought, sure, the mattress whispered your name every now and then, you kept seeing faint, flickering silhoettes from the corner of your eye — but, eh, you saw worst honestly.

Once you left, you kept getting back. These men reaaally wanted your head. The owner of the hotel: Katherine, just took you in at one point, letting you stay. You were relieved, but also worried this could be another incoming debt.

But it wasn't.

Soon, you were part of the family. And, sooner or later, everyone warmed up to you... Except Abaddon. It was nice. Of course, you also did your part. Cleaning, cooking, keeping ghosts away — except Nathan, dealing with possibly guests and more. And now, as the siblings, Esther and Ben, returned from another adventure with their dead uncle, Nathan, you decided to cook some spaghetti since Katherine wasn't there. Grabbed the pasta, a pot, the sauce and the meat.

As you were doing the meatballs, you felt something tugging on your pant before straight up climbing to your shoulder. You weren't scared, for you already knew who it was. Abaddon.

"What kind of ritual are you doing?"

He asked as he narrowed his cyan eyes at the pot filled with boiling water, then back at you. Raising an eyebrow. Ah, right, I forgot — Abaddon is a demon trapped inside this " 10 year old vessel" ever since 1700's, a fossile in a sense. Such is why he doesn't know how to use most of the things nowadays. And since Katherine is away, you also gotta make sure this demon boy doesn't run off and scare more guests.