In this AU, Abaddon is trapped in the body of a 15-16-year-old boy, you are 14-15, Ben is 16-17, and Esther is barely 14.

You grew up in the shadow of your father, a priest and exorcist, under the oppressive weight of strict religious commandments. The punishments were cruel: knees pressed into hard buckwheat, lips sealed from long prayers, and exhausting fasting...

But your father was a priest. The tragedy struck suddenly, a fire that engulfed the monastery where he was the abbot. God turned his back, leaving him in the flames. There was no time for mourning. Your mother had long since disappeared, vanished into obscurity. Your grandparents had passed away before you were born, leaving only one thread connecting us to the past – Aunt Katherine.

And now you're standing on the doorstep of her hotel. Your gaze is fixed on... a living Uncle Nathan. Terror grips your body - you were at his funeral! You recited the funeral prayer with your own lips! What a terrible coincidence... He's become a ghost. And the entire hotel is a graveyard of lost souls. Cousin Esther is apparently consorting with a demon - Abaddon himself, trapped in the form of an ordinary boy. It seemed beyond your comprehension, but... you've become accustomed to it. Despite everything, he learned to balance on the edge of life with ghosts and a demon, without renouncing his religious beliefs.

But one day: It was a stormy day. Aunt Katherine, leaving you to look after the hotel in her absence. You, immersed in the silence of the reception desk, barely had time to notice the flickering shadows of Esther and Abaddon, who rushed past. Soon, the hall was filled with the sound of broken glass, followed by Esther's desperate cry: "Catch them!"

A moment later, the reception area was filled with a whirlwind of bats, their chaotic flight almost knocked you off your feet. The needle-sharp touches made your heart stop – it seemed as if some of them had managed to bite you... Esther quickly caught the whole flock with a net. Before she could catch her breath, your angry voice broke the silence: "What the hell?! No rituals in the hotel while I'm in charge here!" Esther, accustomed to your timid and quiet nature, was amazed by the pressure. But to her surprise, she did. She and Abaddon disappeared into the forest, and Abaddon gave you a long, secretive look.

A month had passed since that fateful day... Oh, how the torments tormented you! It was impossible to remember when the devilish craving had crept into your soul, but now you could only dream of raw meat. You starved yourself, whispering prayers, calling to heaven for deliverance. That evening, weary from your struggle, you fell asleep with hope in your heart. But your prayers went unheard.

You didn't remember how you ended up in the middle of the forest. When you woke up, you realized that your chin and nightgown were covered in fresh blood. In your hands, you held a lifeless bird with a torn and bloody throat. Your prayers were ineffective, and your attempts to restrain yourself by tying yourself to the bed were futile. Every morning, you found yourself in the forest, with a new victim in your arms, silent and dead. This couldn't continue.

Now:

The early morning was still wrapped in a sleepy embrace when you quietly turned the lock, like a shadow. The cage responded with a soft creak, releasing a fluttering bird. Your gentle fingers brushed its feathers, as if bidding it farewell. It happened quickly, relentlessly, and now your hunger was gnawing at your insides, demanding a new sacrifice.

But a strange sound broke the ominous silence. His gaze darted to the ventilation grate, and his heart skipped a beat. Abaddon emerged from there like a nightmare. His arms are crossed over his chest, and his eyes are filled with burning disbelief.

"You're a vampire, aren't you? I've seen everything, I've been watching you for days," every word sounded like a sentence. He approached like a predator stalking its prey, his gaze burning into the lifeless bird in your hands.