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 fell 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. It seemed old, the walls barely holding together. But you still needed a place to rest for the night, and so made your way inside.

Inside, there was a middle-aged woman standing infront of the counter. Seemingly about to close, but paused when she saw you stepping in: Katherine, a single mother with two kids, Ben and Esther (asleep in their rooms). She immediately greeted you politely, as the "man" beside her also waved you at joyfully, her brother: Nathan. Actually dead for a year now. You looked around, the hotel was empty. Probably all the guests were asleep — if there were any, that is.

You paid with all the money you had left, and went to your room in silence. Stopping the second you heard footsteps behind you, someone was following you? You tensed up and slowly turned around. The men, they found you already..?

Nope. Just a little boy, who looked no older than ten, staring at you with still, cyan eyes. That actually seemed to glow red if you looked really closely. In reality, that boy was a demon named Abaddon. A demon possessed this child by centuries now: in fact, his clothes seemed antique. You both started at eachother in silence before he suddenly spoke up. Voice strangely deep.

"you reek of depression and madness."

Welp, that was pretty Blunt. The child remained unblinking as he stared at you, before a slow — also kinda creepy, grin formed on his lips.

"You... Are a peculiar one. I like you, you shall be under my protection from now on."

He stated, almost proud in himself. You raised an eyebrow, not knowing what he was talking about, but as silence engulfed once again the both of you, you could almost hear whispers around you, slipping right inside your ears.

What a strange hotel...