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The Princes of Hell were often like unwanted stenches - cockroches one simply couldn't be rid of. As if he'd stepped from the shadows the Lord of Lies appeared and slipped his hands under the arms of his "nephew", hoisting the child up against his hip and moving after Talia. With a tut he warned the nanny to back off, dangerous amusement glimmering behind deceitfully sweet eyes.
"I always found Michelangelo's work overstated."
Enzo mused, barely turning a lash toward the artwork and instead using the fingers of his free hand to press Valak's nose in lightly. He smiled wide at the child, laughing when Valak did, all things a normal loving uncle might do.
"I like the sculptor who was commissioned to make Lucifer, then was fired because he made him too beautiful. So they hired the sculptor's brother ... and he made Lucifer even more beautiful. Amusing."
A beat. Finally he turned his attention to Talia.
"You came all the way to Rome to admire old art?"
❝ ⸻ He was a sinful man , Enzo ... ❞ Talia smiled every so sweetly at the lord of lies as she turned around and watched her son happily be picked up by his so called uncle . ❝ overstated ? perhaps but his work is rather complex , there is physical realism , psychological tension , and thoughtful consideration of space , light , and shadow ❞
Talia was a collector and ironically enough liked his sculptures and paintings . Especially his so called holy work on the ceiling . ❝ ⸻ besides the fact that he was able to draw such an anatomically accurate diagram is good evidence that he engaged in acts expressly forbidden by the church . ❞ a glimmer of knowing mischief could be seen in her eyes as she looked at enzo . She didn't have to worry about valak when he was enzo as she trusted the taller prince of hell to protect him . Valak dangerously captures the heart ( if they had any ) of anyone .
He looked so much like his father .... with her eyes .
❝ that would be joseph geef . funny enough , he wasn't too far off . ❞ at least from what she remembered before michael imprisoned lucifer in a box . bounding him to hell .
❝ I have my reasons . Simply sitting back and enjoying the show of the missing mortal instruments ... and I need to know more as to why . ❞ She looked at valak . unlike enzo , demoness can't conceive and yet she fell pregnant . On top of the fact that there was something more to her son than meets the eyes . his birth ALMOST KILLED HER .
WHERE : The Vatican Museum ⸻ by the The Sistine Chapel . WITH : open to anyone.
❝ ⸻ Make sure he doesn't run too far ! ❞ Talia called out to the nanny she had hired ( a demon that worked and worshipped her every move ) to take care of her son , VALAK . Walking around the chapel that many demon would avoid , talia felt nothing and easily could step in sacred grounds without withering in pain or burning up . perks of being a prince. ❝ I sure did miss this place ❞ the woman muttered as she looked at its Renaissance frescoes by Michelangelo . her voice echoed through the chapel .
"Doesn't explain who planted it there."
James snagged the glass with the tips of his fingers and swallowed down the whiskey as easily as water. Once more he sighed for the burn, set it back with another clink, and rolled his shoulder in the slightest of cracks.
"Yeah, well humans are foolish." A beat. He cleared his throat. "Why do I give a shit about that? They aren't mine. They weren't stolen from me. Wringin' my hands about it isn't goin' to make them appear any faster. Let someone else worry about that shit. Let them get wrinkles and grey hair over it."
Said the man whose beard had been sparking a little pepper as of late. He didn't mind that - the aging look. It kept the mystique about what he was, left the inevitable questions just another while away before he had to do something drastic like change his name and fake his death. Or something.
"You worried your home is gonna shit a brick about you bein' locked up here?"
It was a sincere question, despite how it may have come out. He cocked a brow at her, minded the bartender dropping another whiskey off and only turned to acknowledge them when they started walking away again.
"Better leave that here, bud."
❝ ⸻ try looking in the mirror . Plenty of your people in the long distance past , of course . ❞
With her age many would think a creature as old as her would forget many things . SHE REMEMBERED IT ALL . ❝ And yet you choose to protect them . ❞ She shot back without missing a beat . Despite her own mother being human , she did not care . She will say the woman was foolish as well and many of them deserve to DIE .
❝ they were stolen from YOUR PEOPLE ... but nice to know that you shadowhunters aren't as united as many believe you all to be ... We all know in the end you hunters will choose your own kind ... the accords is simply a joke . ❞ artemisia downed the glass in one swig and looked at james with a sly look .
❝ Not my home ... Besides , you think a mere ward can keep me in ? I am simply just watching this all unfold . quite entertaining really . watching the lot of you run about the city for a sword , mirror , and a cup that might or might not fall into the wrong hands . YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT SOME PEOPLE JUST WANT TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN ❞
"Lemme ask you somethin', your human parent bury that stick that deep up your ass when you were a kid or did your demon parent gift it to you when you were born?"
He was more amused than anything. Shadowhunters were not the most popular of people, despite their believing how important they were. Truth be told he wasn't quite fond of the self-aggrandizing that his kind was prone to. Even the Accords seemed to favor those blessed by Raziel's lineage and blood more than the Downworlders but James was one man and he couldn't change anything about their nature.
Though if the cards were reversed he was sure he'd carry some latent hostility, too. After all, he'd be hunted down much worse than Artemisia's kin.
That didn't mean he wasn't going to find the sharpest stick possible to poke her with. Just to see if someone in such a high station would do anything untoward. He wouldn't be James Malatesta if he wasn't pushing someone's buttons.
"Why are you in a mundane bar, anyway? Looking for dinner? Some poor fuck to convince into selling their soul to you? Is is mating season for the praying mantis?"
❝ ⸻ I buried her with that stick after your people killed her . As for my useless sperm doner , well ... I have no idea who he is but I shall make sure to gift him another stick once I bury him myself . ❞ Artemisia witted as the bartender served her drink and pushed it towards her .
despite her words , they did not affect her as one would expect when talking about a parent . Instead of a stoic look , the warlock held a mocking smile . She did not care much for her human parent or her own demonic father . ( whoever he is ) . Artemisia had made her name for herself and she was sure he knew many of the rumors about her . not that it mattered to her .
❝ Humans never need convincing to sell of their soul in something they want . Their mortality makes them fickle , selfish , weak . Why I am here is certainly none of your concern , malatesta . either way , aren't you suppose to be out there looking for the missing instruments ? you seem awefully relaxed for someone who likes order ❞
Location: A mundane bar. When: Sometime after 11 pm.
"If you're going to sit there and drink, we do it quietly."
He understood a crowded bar, taking a seat beside someone when there really wasn't anywhere else to sit made sense. He wouldn't complain or even give a sideways glance at that setting because it was part of the unwritten bar code: you sat and drank in silence and didn't acknowledge the person whose shoulder you almost brushed.
But this was not the case. Maybe it was a regular seat, maybe whoever it was had business with him. James just wanted one drink without interruption. Four fingers of whiskey sat in front of him, freshly poured, and he intended on swallowing it back without much conversation to chase the burn down.
So he grasped the glass, knocked it back and sighed at the familiar heat that ran from lips to stomach. The glass returned to the wood with a clink and James wet his lips with his tongue.
"Okay. Now you can talk. Within reason." He paused, signaling the bartender for another, "And one for ... them."
❝ ⸻ Why would I have anything to say to a stuck up shadowhunter who likes to make monsters of us all ❞ Artemisia's mood truly took a dive once james sat next to her and started to tell her what to do . She always got an off feeling from him . He certainly wasn't like the other shadowhunters and perhaps it was because she had witnessed him hunt before . RUTHLESS . MERCILESS . as if he was born to kill who they thought were the monsters and demons .
❝ But I will take that FREE drink ❞ She might hate all shadowhunters but she had no qualms taking their money or having them buy her a drink or two if it meant she didn't have to pay . Not that she was ever short on cash . A woman as old as her , she was loaded .
𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : talia yildiz ›› prince of hell ›› hazal filiz küçükköse .
❛❛ aesthetic. ❜❜ ⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ she bit the hand of god and now he won’t feed her , destruction in it’s purest form ; horrifically magnificent , black roses with blood laced thorns , She is both , hell fire and holy water . And the flavor you taste depends on how you treat her . ― ◜ ❏ . ― →
𝐈 . . . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !
⸻ ◜ ❏ . ⸻ ⚔ ⸻ ( hazal filiz küçükköse → gender non-conforming → she/they ) / / * seems like talia yildiz , crossed the city limits into rome : you know , the forty / unknown year old prince of hell , who is reputed to be captivating and astute , but is avoided when they are deceitful and malicious . that would explain why t hey want to control the mortal instruments . * / /
Years ago he'd made a promise. It was woven on his fingers now like the treads of fate tied and interconnected - one half of a rune whose whole lay at rest in the mausoleum at the back of his family's estate. Never again would he be able to lock his fingers with a Mother adored and see the whole picture, yet the promise remained as alive as he was. The glance of wide eyes over the small slathering of exposed skin (his fingers, his neck) was enough for James to press his palms into the pockets of his jeans and dig them deep enough to shrug his shoulders. When she gestured for him to follow he silently ambled behind.
He envied the mundanes. They had no idea about this world of theirs - the dark things that lurked in the night or the possibilities therein. Maybe if he were born into another family under different circumstances he could be like them. Maybe he'd have a different outcome in life other than this one, where he watched the small head of brown disappear around a corner and narrowed his eyes. She was something else. He'd say he could smell it but that wasn't quite right. Whatever she was remained cleverly disguised under wide-eyes and a polite demeanor. He'd known plenty of people that were perfectly kind until they weren't.
So James stayed on guard.
"Hard, signed copy is fine. Tend to be like a collector ... read what I hoard."
Vanessa always wondered if there were others like her . Gideon , the warlock who had been helping her mother , once said that a cambion never happened . IT WAS UNNATURAL . all children of demons are born as a warlock . there was no exceptions ... until HER . The sound of moving furniture in the room she left her mother in meant her mother didn't stay in as she left her . once again the woman would leave the safety of her room and go the the garden in the back of the store . as long as she was safe , vanessa let her mother do her own thing once she was calm . She had plenty of people comment on her mother in this city . i'll get her later .
getting the books down for him to take , vanessa simply offered him a small smile . ❝ ⸻ Good to hear they will be going to good hands . I love books . You live several lives while reading . ❞ It was what helped her get through her father's torture for power whenever he took her . Her mother would always read to her until she could no longer . It was vanessa who read to her now .
❝ ⸻ Is this all you wanted ? ❞ The cambion asked the nephilim before her as she walked over the register . ❝ we also have a small lounge in the back and garden people use to read . you can order small snacks and coffee . ❞ it was a most popular spot for many . ❝ If you do decide to stay , please don't mind my mother . ❞
Fingers traced the spines of books as he passed, a touch too intimate for a man who was anything other than absorbed in the worlds that the ink dared weave. His library at home boasted any number of volumes on topics he'd read about - interest or not, with pages so worn that he could still smell the vellum on his fingers if he thought about it long enough. There weren't enough books in that room to cover the hours in the day he spent alone, and like a dragon might hoard treasure James often hoarded fantasies woven by minds more imaginative than his own.
The soft voice pulled him from his reverie. Dark eyes shifted to the smaller form and James offered a hum in response to the offer. He allowed himself to linger in the section he'd tarried for a moment longer before he moved for the register.
"It's fine. Do you have the collection of Lovecraft stories? I mean to pick it up every time I come to a bookstore, but I forget whenever I walk through the door."
He did it with shopping lists, too. If he didn't write it down before he left it was as good as forgotten. He'd call it a symptom of age if wasn't prone to it since his childhood.
"And I'll pay for it. It's fine."
dark brown eyes looked over at the taller older male with runes on his skin . anyone mundane would simply think that were just interesting tattoos . Vanessa knew otherwise . Still , she had met many shadowhunters in her life and felt nothing . seeing this one made her skin crawl . like the time she had seen her own demonic eyes in the mirror made her skin crawl for the first time . was he like her or was he something else ?
❝ ⸻ We do ... ❞ Vanessa motioned for him to follow her . ❝ we have one hard copy on display which are signed by the author and many paper which will be a lot cheaper ... ❞ the small brunette turned the corner and right in front of them was the Lovecraft books among many others . ❝ I recommend the hard copies . depending on how much you value and care for books , it will last much longer . ❞
despite hating downworlders, damian was known to come up to this specific bar from time to time. he rarely sought out meaningless fights, anyways. unless, of course, he was provoked. tonight, he was just looking for a good time. he had been stressing out over finding the mortal instruments lately, and simply needed a drink or two to relax. the mortal instruments would still be there tomorrow ( hopefully ).
he had just finished ordering his beer when a smaller person stepped next to him. his eyes immediately snapped in her direction. immediately noticing her beauty, but also that she did not appear to be a downworlder. damian shifted his body to face her before speaking. " is it really good night out if there isn't some kind of bar fight ? " a cocky smile followed.
❝ ⸻ true . makes the night more interesting , although depending on why , it can totally be a mood killer if that bar fight ends up with the police getting involved . ❞ Alessa pointed out as she motioned the bar tender for her regular drink . smiling at the taller make before her , he looked normal . unlike some people around them , albeit she would always pretend not to see .
❝ I'm alessa , by the way . ❞ She introduced herself as her drink was handed to her .
PEOPLE WERE SO FUCKING NOISY IT WASN'T FUNNY. The first real perk of finally having a pack was that werewolves knew that. Their ears could be sensitive to noise, finding it hard to focus untrained senses. Sure, he had worked on it but it was easier to focus on specifics now like the woman who took the free seat beside him. "I don't know about you but it's hilarious to me," Sam admitted, eyes full of a mischievous glint. "They've," his head nodded toward the tatted group, "always have a stick up their asses and now they're making it everyone's problem."
❝ ⸻ Oh , so you're familiar with them . ❞ Alessa smiled as she got handed her drink . Looking over at the shadowhunters , she always thought they looked like as if they were in some sort of gang or cult . Not that is her her business . ❝ what's everyone's problem now ? ❞ that thought alone made her curious .
IT WASN'T EITHER OF THEIR FIGHTS, REALLY, but Gideon knew that wouldn't matter all that much. Shadowhunters were easily agitated and there were bound to be shakedowns eventually. It was easy to guess. They hadn't changed much in his four hundred something years of existence. "Yeah that checks out." Gideon admitted with a small laugh. "All I can really say is make sure to keep your mom inside okay?" he moved to pick up a drink pitcher and begin pouring her a glass of water. "And you keep your nose down. There are some people who are going to be asking questions."
when it came to her mother , there was no denying that vanessa was protective of the only parent that showed her love . despite driven to madness by her father , marisa loved her daughter and often tried to protect her . Gideon being a testament to it . she didn't know what could a human have over the warlock to force his hand on doing everything her mother wanted but she wasn't complaining . Oddly enough it brought on an odd friendship . ❝ What kind of questions ? you know I mind my business mostly but if something is going on ... ❞ she raised an eyebrow at the warlock . she had no problem doing so considering most believe her to be just MUNDANE .
larissa remained unphased. blue and cunning eyes following the deranged lady ; all before they landed on the daughter. she knew all about the deranged woman. just like everyone else knew about the " accidental " fire that killed her own mother. it was like people fed off the misery of others. larissa could not blame them. there was something about seeing other people suffer.
a sly smile greeted the other, holding her up in dismissal. " if i had penny for every time someone called me evil, i'd be pretty damn rich. " a small giggle followed. it was unclear if the girl was merely joking or being serious. " tell me..-- what do you recommend ? what story keeps you up at night ? " larissa asked, dragging her slender fingers across the spine of the nearest books.
vanessa looked larissa over . always getting the feeling as if she was some sort of kinship . like looking in the mirror . two sides of the same coin . although , she never really cared enough to dive into that rabbit hole . ❝ seems like you enjoy being called that ... ❞ the cambion mused about as she moved over to a shelf .
❝ ⸻ I like horror stories . The Ruins is a pretty good read . if you're into the gore and death . you will want to hurl yourself down a mining shaft located on the top of an ancient Mayan hill covered in poisonous , sentient , bloodthirsty vines . ❞ Vanessa mused about as she got the book out . ❝ I don't really like recommending considering in the end is all about YOUR preference . ❞
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he didn’t have to bartend, but it seemed in every city that jordan found himself in, he befriended a barkeep and was offered a position. he didn’t mind, it kept him busy when he was waiting for his partner to get back to him on what the hell they were doing. scrubbing a towel across the top, his eyes slip to the person arriving at the bar top. “ what can i get you ? ”
❝ ⸻ top shelf . surprise me with whatever as long as it's fruity ❞ vanessa had her id out already considering she looked younger than she was . The cambion needed a day to just relax and drink and her favorite bar just happened to be this one . At times she had to pretend not to notice the downworlders , all considering . ❝ Oh , green apple flavored or peach . nothing pineapple . ❞ she made a face at the memory of any pineapple drink she once got drunk on .
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slipping off the phone from yet another call that she didn’t enjoy having, anika lets out a hefty sigh. the shadowhunters are really ruining her peace, and her entire city is a mess. movement catches her eye, and anika glances up to form a smirk. “ long time no see. ” she greets the fellow warlock, curious as to what they think about all of this.
❝ ⸻ some would say far too long it seems , then again for beings like us time is irrelevant ... ❞ Artemisia looked at her anika , a warlock as old as her , who was also a representative for those damn clave . ❝ your city is warded and being run by shadowhunters , interesting that you would agree in basically trapping most in this city ... ❞ despite her words she spoke in an amusing manner as she took her seat across from her .
THEIR BOND HAD ONLY GROWN OVER THE YEARS; strange to anyone looking in from the outside, two very clearly different species and yet how could they not? Malcolm was a man of few words but that was okay. Sometimes it seemed that he could look at her across a room and know just what the other needed or wanted. Just being in the same room after a week, Malcolm felt calmer being near her. "I'm sorry I couldn't get away sooner," Malcolm told her, breathing lighter now. "I'm okay. Tired but okay." and that would have to be enough for now. "They've put me back on duty here, for you." Thankfully, seeing as he was her shadow. Where she was to move, he would move.
"The mortal instruments are missing. I'm sure you've heard," she was a part of the council after all, but things had been locked down. No real way to hear the truth until things moved once more. "The institute is on high alert I'm afraid."
shadowhunters placed to shadow their assigned downworlder representative were never there to guard them but to be there and make sure to put down their representative should they violate the accords and step out of line . malcolm never had to worry about that when it came to katya . ❝ You needn't to apologize , malcolm . I understand . ❞ After all , the missing instruments are pretty much a huge deal . if they fall into the wrong hands , who knows what the state of the world would be like
❝ ⸻ we were in meeting when we got the news . chaos ensued and suggestion of warding the city were being opposed until I agreed to it ... ❞ others followed and the majority won the vote . Katya knew it was one way to at least put the clave at ease . she was willing to cooperate and show them she had nothing to hide . ❝ I am truly happy to see you and to have you back . ❞ The vampire smiled up at the shadowhunter , realizing moments after where her hands were placed and becoming aware of how close he is .
HIS EARS PERKED UP AT HER WORDS. Why had he come anyway? It had been days of standing watch at Henry's body, untrusting and unwilling to move until his parents arrived. Malcolm Crane hadn't been anything but a soldier really, sent with Henry to neutralize threats and nothing more. They worked so perfectly in sync, it be equated to two halves of a working gear. Now he felt as if he were nothing. The only goal that seemed to ease his pain would be finding who truly killed his best friend. If it had been someone he considered a friend or even family, he'd make it hurt far worse than the idea bound to be spoken. "Nothing they told me made sense." he admitted, eyes falling somewhere else, looking to some spot on the marble floor. Henry's injuries didn't match what a vampire could do. It also seemed to solidify that he trusted her words.
He didn't know if she would tell him much less agree to such a thing. She was of upmost importance to her kind; trusted, surely, not suspected to give a name to someone like Malcolm. She did, however, and it made him trust her more it seemed. "BARTHOLOMEW." A name that seemed familiar to him, so skeevy almost bitter on his tongue. "I will end his existence." Malcolm spoke, a promise, sealing the agreement between two people who had a problem.
He looked back at her now, his expression sour. "Summon him. It may be best to tell your people to stay away until I'm done." Malcolm suggested before stepping away. While he had not been friends with Lydia, they had known each other. Their circles weren't as big as one might think.
Katya nodded as she moved to her desk and one of her vampire loyalist came into the room to prepare . not many knew this but with her being the original and first , those she had turned in the past , she had the ability to call to them without uttering a word . simply reaching out to their minds . Dahlia came into the room . protective as she was of her , dahlia was wary of all shadowhunters .
with the magical parchment given to her by the other vampire , katya wrote exactly what Bartholomew wanted , as dahlia started the fireplace . once finished the queen of the damned moved and threw it in the fire . A useful way of sending letters directly to who it was meant to . the woman looked over at the shadowhunter as they now waited for a reply . she didn't know why she felt so much for this shadowhunter before her . while she now valued all life , she never felt this way for another . A pull and wanting to comfort him but she didn't know how . perhaps she simply knew what it was like . given her age , she knew all too well on what it felt like to lose someone dearly .
after a while a letter came through the fire and she opened it . ❝ ⸻ He thinks he will be meeting with me ... Considering I have information he wants he will be here at midnight , ❞ one of her vampires loyal to her gave malcolm the address and what he needed . ❝ I know you said to have my people stay away and they will but ... you should at least take dahlia for backup should you need it . she will protect you if he plays any trick ... she will at a distance and would be good for him to think a vampire is there ... he will think its me .❞ Despite what they were about to do there was worry in her tone . Not that she doubted his skills , she knew he could handle himself ... his body stature could tell her that much .
