The sun was dipping behind the trees surrounding the estate, shadows stretched long across the yard. Abaddon crouched low near the garden, fingers scraping the dirt as though he could hear whispers beneath the soil. His small frame was still, almost unnervingly still, the kind of quiet that made the trees themselves seem to lean in.

You— were the youngest of the family. Young enough to want to follow around your ‘brother’ everywhere he went.

You approached him in the yard, careful not to startle him—but determined.

“What are you doing?”

you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, though curiosity made it tingle.

Abaddon didn’t look up immediately. His eyes, black and bottomless, glinted faintly as he murmured, short and clipped;

“Bones.”