#( ㅤ ana ㅤ ) verse: main

[aeternals]

astoria @softersinned asked, ❛  is this your first time here?  ❜

for an eternity minutes there'd been nothing but the sound of her louboutin's echoing off the walls. a very pleasant change to the night club she'd spent the night in. no, she chided the version of chris in her head, there hadn't been any mysterious dead bodies in her wake. in fact, she hadn't felt the need to seek out such things since spending a little more time with her righteous brother. not that ana would attribute the chance to him in any shape or form.

coincidence. purely coincidence.

at first, news of trysor inc sounded nothing but false. a rare collection of items lost to time? that was very, very rarely open to the public? even then, only a handful of journalists could claim to have stepped inside the walls? granted, it was a private collection. no one was entitled to the contents of the building except those who made it private. but, ana's instincts kicked in once the first article was published. apparently, they'd loaned a segment of the famed amber room to the ashmolean musem in oxford. another claim was they were currently in process of loaning part of the dead bishop's treasure to a museum in paris.

yet, no one had been able to ascertain how such items were found. ana had enough contacts that she was confident she would've at least heard a whisper of these items bubbling to the surface.

nothing.

several calls only reinforced it. no one had heard a god damn thing. one minute they were still lost and the next, they were getting loaned out. not all of it. from what she'd been able to tell, it was a heavily bejeweled cross and a portable altar that had been found.

trying to get her own appointment into trysor had piqued her interest further. every call was forwarded to an automated message stating someone may or may not acknowledge the request. please leave a return form of contact ( encrypted only ).

truth be told, ana was starting to look into whether or not it would be worth throwing at the journalists who'd written the original articles when the call came.

was it worth the wait? she was still trying to decide that as she walked through the warehouse tucked along the arno river in italy. museum quality cases surrounded her.

" fuck, " she muttered to herself. metal bangles clang together as she lifts a nail to her teeth, biting on it in thought. since it was a private collection, she'd hoped there were more pieces left out in the open so she could touch. whatever she saw wouldn't be for anything beyond personal curiosity. was it all genuine? or bullshit? something told her the latter. how could it not be based on everything she'd heard so far?

rounding a corner, ana was thrilled to find a marble head staring at her.

except, confusion set in when her eyes were drawn down to the sign. matthew the evangelist by donatello.

" bull- " another set of heels causes the hybrid to turn in the direction of the sound. all that trouble to get here and she couldn't even be alone for an hour? although, once the face attached to the voice came in to view her stance softened. beautiful red hair and impossibly piercing eyes gazed back at her.

so did a number of dirty possibilities.

" you say that like you come and go as you please, " an eyebrow lifts. " but yes. this is my first time being blessed with all this history. "

weight shifts from one hip to the other, mainly guided by the small purse hanging off her forearm. ana bited down on her bottom lip, momentarily lost in the way the light reflects off that gorgeous hair. then, she's briefly mesmerized by thoughts of weaving her fingers through it.

" so, " her nose scrunches. " is it real? any of it? all of it? "

[aeternals]

daimon @sacraementals asked, ❛  where do you think you're going?  ❜

" to buy new manolos, " ana spins on her heel. the small handbag gripped in her fingers floats around her body with the movement. fashion was the armor she could never have as a child. it kept a certain amount of people at bay. when it didn't her charming personality was there to swoop in and clean out the rest. of everyone only yen and taker managed to nestle somewhere inside the chainmail. they were barbs. they were unfortunate reminders that ana still, somewhere deep, cared to a certain extent.

daimon was an interesting case, though. ana screamed in the mirror so many nights to remind herself she didn't give a shit what her estranged brother thought or even wanted. that his life had been made easier because people didn't look at him and thought broken goods.

but, ana wasn't broken. she was building an auctioneer empire with her best friend. how could someone so utterly broken do that, hm?

" where do you think i'm going, daimon? i'm going to find better coffee than what i got inside that trashy little diner and then i'm going to see if anyone understands where this uptick in demonic possession is coming from. that's what you've always wanted, right? to go hunting together like it's some kind of bonding experience we never got to have as kids. "

[aeternals]

ANA HELSTROM.

ana lilith helstrom

april 2

31+

salem, or

blue / red eyes

dusty brown hair, to the chin

5'10"

panromantic pansexual

auction house curator / demon hunter

FAMILY.

father: marduk helstrom mother: victoria wingate helstrom siblings: daimon helstrom

ABILITIES.

pyrokinesis

super human strength

psychometry

life absorption

telekinesis

multi-lingual: english, latin, greek, french, italian

HISTORY.

both ana and daimon were said to have been the children of a serial killer. in truth, their father was a demon from whom they inherited their super human abilities. when she was a child, she was kidnapped and forced to follow her father, aiding in some of the murders he was attributed with. as she grew older she fixated on evil men, trying to, in a way, make up for a past she was forced to participate in.

she managed to escape her father, was sent for psychological evaluation in the aftermath, and eventually put into foster care. it was there she met chris yen, forming a bond that would last far into adulthood.