# 𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐄 : what is it that haunts you ? is it the nightmares you SEEK ; that make you ( wake ) in the middle of the night , or is the fact that the m o n s t e r you are hunting is the DEMON inside of you ?
dependent muse for pandemonioushq. penned in darkness by 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ( gmt + 10 / twenty8 / she + her )
*╰ † 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 : adéla drahoš
attends the annual st. michael’s day feast .
an otherworldly vision embellished with 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 & pearlescent heels plucked from the heavens . she enters like an angel that fell from grace to land in the embrace of the devil . a seraph ; 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 ruby tears & sweet 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍 alyssum flowers woven between strands of 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 platinum tresses . what a beautiful deception
— she is no eve ; she is lilith .
arm held by jean - paul constantine , promoting a united front . ( @vilebit )
𝙶𝙸𝙳𝙳𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙱𝙴𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃, how the ghastly cherub grins while she sits amongst the others. body curled upon the pew, exposed spine against mahogany wood. indulge in the sweet taste of champagne over the vintage merlots [ harmartias lingers from a time of pearls & flapper dresses ; death of the uknown starlet for a more appealing role ] feminine ego wordlessly enjoyed the dramatics of the night - the costumes, the overflow of booze, now discussion of an european trip. another sip of cold champagne to ease the awareness ; figures of sycophants & counts paced around, her fingernails glistened with the blood spilled to reach the same status. ❝ c’mon alastair, think of it some kinda work trip. although, i’m still holding out for meeting in costa rica for once. ❞ glass held against cold jawline, grip slithered around the flute with a coy smile. grave dig your own opportunities, mirror reflects the divine illusion that’s been created since. ❝ won’t suspicions be raised if we get out without a scratch ? ❞ audacity glisten in honey hues as gaze is thrown to aristide, ❝ wanna volunteer a bone or two ? promise i won’t go near that smile. ❞ jieun won’t mind, surely.
across the sea of inebriated and naive party - goers lies a colony of saints crowded around their boss. restless, bored, bloodthirsty and easy to provoke— qualities that do not mix well when the objective for tonight is to behave in front of the vegas citizens and the commission agents in attendance tonight. and here are members of the saints, discussing the act of breaking bones and itching for the signal to cause bloodshed. ❛ sant’antonio, ❜ is murmured within a soft sigh as rafael approaches the pews. the saint’s voice billows through antagonistic & high - spirited air surrounding the group, rafael now standing beside the boss himself, leaning against the edge of the oak pew. ❛ remember, we are supposed to be on our best behavior tonight, ❜ he places the wine glass housing a rich cabernet sauvignon in the grasp of jean - paul, a hand now free for a subtle brush off of white specks on expensive cloth before placing between his shoulder blades. onyx optics flicker right to sila who’s reminding him of a prowling, antsy hellhound. jesus christ. features kept neutral despite the annoyance, even still with a slight signature smile of his as he addresses, ❛ the commission are in attendance tonight and watching our every move. they’ll use any excuse to take our boss into custody. and you all are wanting to antagonize and cause bodily harm to other guests and possibly even our own because you’re what ?bored ? bored from attending the ball we were graciously invited to ? c’mon, ❜ a wave of his hand before taking a sip of wine from the glass he had set down to gesticulate, to calm the nerves & prevent blurting out a profanity or brutal truth to stir them up even more. ❛ just look at ‘em wandering around the church. it’s so obvious. they’re just as antsy to slap a pair of handcuffs on our boss … or any of you. we can’t afford to lose anyone — especially when vegas is about to be consumed by chaos and hellfire at any given moment, ❜ while mayor duvall watches it all from the audience, raffaello assumes. saints centuries old acting like petulant teenagers eager to cause mischief and be the easy target to point fingers at. some need to get their acts together. ❛ look, the night is almost over. if we all relax, have some more drinks and behave, the sooner we can get the hell out of here, ❜ a smile grows on his features. ❛and i can’t help but suggest we should go to florence for our party. october is one of the best times to visit. ❜
azure 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 observe the scene before them . a thoughtful quiet usually shrouded their demeanour , she was no 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 to the differing attitudes coalescing at once . all opinions she had been expecting in one form or another . boredom , bloodthirsty , banal . nothing that spoke of actively ridding themselves of the commission that were currently 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 down their necks or other law enforcement circling after the recent deaths — whilst also attempting to 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 the discretion of all SAINT kind . she had considered draining them dry , or 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 but their rationale mind thought better of it . still thought of as a crack team of conspiracy theorists , they were no threat in terms of exposure — at least not anything that could be proven or believed . in having both a SAINT and slayer killed however , seemed more like a targeted attack to adela . ❝ before we go bickering over how best to incite violence , raffaelo is right — if not a bit 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 . ❞ she sits , slender frame positioned with graceful posture . ❝ let’s not help dominic in finding an irrefutable permissible reason to put jean - paul in a cell and all of us along with him ❞ there’s a 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 where their eyes flicker toward jp . ❝ ... our leader does a fine job at antagonising the enemy all on his own . ❞ there was neither disrespect or 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 in their intonation but those who knew them well garnered their intention . ❝ — perhaps an extended vacation is for the best . if the recent 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 are anything to go by . the REPORTS state there were no weapons found on their 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 . i suppose nobody found that detail concerning ? whomever did this may well be attempting to incite a war . get us to tear each other to pieces without having to lift a finger . ❞
under the guise of moonlit escapades stands the two, intertwined as they always are when faced away from mafia politics. while jp has never been a beacon of professionalism in any sense of the word … the close, watchful presence of his consigliere is always welcomed, especially as they always seem to be the one who can keep his head screwed on right. steering the fuel away from his fire. calm to his ever-rampant storm. “ was i wrong to have anticipated how much of a fucking bore this party would be ? ” toxins dulling out as a puff of smoke, arms circled around her waist a mark of possession. “ small talk leading nowhere, no refreshments … it’s like they put a social chastity belt on me. fucking christ, ” gaze shifts and his attention turns to them. “ we can gather ‘round everyone + leave in ten ? probably can still book a last minute flight to paris for a weekend, ”
it was a natural stasis , a vulnerability created out of unspoken truths — of affection ; possession . fingers brushed delicately over the pendant around their neck in recognition before reciprocating the touch , arm encircling over their companion’s forearm . an exhale that almost replicated laughter and a hum in agreement , “ too little bloodshed and an exceeding display of false civility for my enjoyment also . ” she steals the cigarette between perfectly manicured fingertips and inhales before returning it to jp’s lips . she swats his shoulder , devoid of any malice , feigning a reprimand for cursing the lord’s name in a house of worship . they were unholy spirits after all . adela had long since discarded the notion of a human god . they were all damned . a tinge of nostalgia quirked their lips . “ as much as a weekend getaway to paris would be indulgent , there are things we have to tend to here . next weekend — we will pencil in a trip to inspect the estate at saint-jean-cap-ferrat . ”
𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚜 lead her to the casino. death’s hubris in the form of two bodies doesn’t stop gluttony filling the city never - ending hunger. cards still folded, machines rung with disappointing bells, humans still bled dry before morning comes. anticipated to find them sitting away from the crowd, magdalene makes her way to sit across from adela. the closest vision to what the saint calls a dear friend. ❝ still ordering the same, don’t you ever tire of it ? ❞ coy smile lingers, but her voice is a rare sight of sincerity.
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 - and - you’ll - miss - it uptick in the corner of their lips , an expression of amusement from adela . they were never the nurturing type , or bothered to care for things — human sentimentality had been discarded a few centuries ago . magdalene had become the exception . ❝ i could say the same for our diet . banal to others , delicious to us . ❞ they tabled their glass before they continued , ❝ after a lifetime or two , you tend to tire of things quickly or you learn to prolong the enjoyment . ❞
the allure of casinos has long washed away from him — being older than the first-ever launched slot machines makes it rather difficult for him to catch the excitement in hitting three cherry slots & getting the grand prize. as someone who would never leave anything up to chance, the last thing jp would ever do is test his odds in rigged games. at least not seriously. money to blow is money to blow. business is business, which sometimes calls for the indulgement of troublesome vices, especially in the city well-known for its sins. “ there you are. i was starting to get bored out of my fucking mind. came here to hide, did you ? ” sliding next to them, jp leans his back against the counter to face them. this feels right. their presence a calming familiarity that he finds himself needing more often as of late. “ got tired of watching me win ? i would too, ”
they knew he would find them eventually — but then again they hadn’t really been hiding — rather , waiting . it wasn’t an unusual sight , him seeking them out when he needed . they felt more like his equal than an underling at his beck and call and the way he casually addressed her reaffirmed that . it was one of the reasons they remained as loyal as they did . he respected them . “ you bore easily , that is no surprise . “ she took an elegant sip of the salted liquid in her glass before answering with lilted humor . “ if i were tired of that , i would have left a long time ago . — nevertheless , your wins are my wins . ”
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : hell’s angels .
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : available to anyone , OPEN .
perhaps it was the ding ding of the slot machines or the hum drum of human lives circling , enjoying their momentary 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 ; a horde of bodies swarmed together to indulge in the sins of the living . gambling , drinking and dancing the night away . it provided the right amount of white noise for adela to sit awhile and gather her thoughts . after decades of living in peace , someone had decided on making a 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 — in the least amusing way . they propped themselves at the bar after ordering ❝ dirty martini , please . ❞
𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! 𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐒
‘ she is the ʜᴀʀʙɪɴɢᴇʀ of nightmares as well as death , destruction , and insanity . . . ‘
* ◟ &. ( 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑬 : 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 )
birth name : unknown .
alias : adéla cosmina drahoš .
name meaning : adela — germanic origin meaning noble , serene ; cosmina — romanian origin meaning order , beauty ; drahoš — czech / slovak origin , pet form of ( masc. ) drahoslav & drahomir , meaning dear .
nickname : del , dela & mina ( only to those she allows to call her that ) .
age : thirty eight / five hundred & thirty six .
birthday : tba !
gender / pronouns : non-binary , she / they ( after living a thousand lifetimes , they no longer constrain themselves to human or binary ideals ) .
orientation : pansexual, demiromantic.
birth town : kingdom of bohemia , also currently known as the czech republic .
occupation : prostitute , barmaid , trophy , owner of chimera , an upscale bar & restaurant / the consigliere for the saints.
* ◟ &. ( 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑬 : 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 )
education : tutors in her youth , mba in business from harvard business school .
languages : czech , slovak , russian , french .
relationship status : jp’s wifey aka voice of reason , single .
family :
father ; andrei ✝ , deceased
mother ; polina ✝ , deceased
inspired by : darla ( btvsverse ) , catherine tramell ( basic instinct ) , santanico pandemonium ( from dusk till dawn ) , carla rosón caleruega ( elite ) , wednesday addams ( the addams family ) .
* ◟ &. ( 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑬 : 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 )
you were born on the cold dirt floor , amongst the manure , hay and fish guts . bloody and dainty , your scream ripped into the world , marking your existence . you weren’t so much as of purpose as you were an inconvenience . oh but if angels were birthed from the womb , you were the most beautiful . something your parents wouldn’t come to appreciate until you were a bright young thing with dreams of their own . then and only then would they find your use .
a poor village girl with weakened feminine muscles had no value . you were just another mouth to feed , another thing to fend for . but you were special ; a white rose , delicate and soft , your beauty was incomparable ; desirable . it could make a man possessive , obsessive . yes — to barter such a gem would make a man richer than if he lived two lifetimes . you had no say , but you were compliant , you wanted to help . they were family , blood . and nothing was more precious than that . you loved them , despite it all .
it was the way of the world , as you would soon find out — at least it came to be your reality anyway . gone were the days of youthful optimism , your dreams of perhaps a simple life ; dashed . a peaceful existence , with love of your own and warmth — was too much to ask for . your voice had ceased . perhaps you never had a thought of your own to begin with ? you went along , like seaweed being pushed by the ocean’s current . it would be the tides decision whichever way it directed , you would go .
it wasn’t until darkness fell , on a night that felt like any other that fate intervened . the devil came knocking and to your surprise he was no monster . the men who claimed you like a prize to be won were harsher and more cruel than he . what he offered was salvation in the form of a charming smile and a promise of a life filled with grandeur and freedom . and just like that , you took his hand , escaped into the night and never looked back .
from there the world was your oyster . you watched empires rise and fall , used your heightened strength and beauty to crumble kingdoms into chaos , have men fall at your feet and worm your way into the ranks of royalty and obtain your own power . you were not weak anymore .
* ◟ &. ( 𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑯 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑳𝑬 : 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂 )
she’s the type of person who can have a quite rage inside of them . adela isn’t quick to anger in terms of being rash or hot - tempered . over five hundred millenniums lived will have honed ones patience . it’s also just part of their personality . adela has always been the stoic type . it’s what makes them such a good adviser .
you shouldn’t mistake their calm demeanour for non - threatening though . she will slice your throat without blinking if that is what the situation calls for . she’s not a pushover or someone to be trifled with and to make that error in judgement , may just be the last thing you do .
she loves baths , classical music , walking around her home barefoot , indulging in a little mayhem . she takes pleasure in the fear she can command with her presence and how she intimidates with her beauty rather than have people admire her for their own superficial reasons ( granted it still happens in the human world , but she finds it amusing more than anything now ) .
adela is loyal if you’ve proven to have earned that respect . break their trust and it’s not easily won back . the one thing she detests more than anything is being played . they are true to their word and would never harm a woman with children ( unless they were shitty parents of course . . . ) don’t cross the saints or mess with her business in any way , and they’ll have no qualms with you .