Drianna Castelle was a being with power. She was not available to cross close paths with. If you managed to find yourself with an appointment the interview would soon deem itself to be quite unpleasant. Therefore she didn't take appointments; she functioned on a meet-and-greet system on her client's territory to eliminate any possible threat she may come across. The advantages to this was that all inter and transactions were made as quick and painless (as figuratively and literally as could be) as possible. Should the manner in which she worked prove fatal, said clients were wiped clean of any memory they had of contact with her.

Through the relations she had managed to form throughout her lifetimes, loyalty was not hard to come by. All those, both supernatural and human (even if they were a select few) caught no more than a mere glimpse of here only knew her through reputation. However packaged along with her good proceedings was also a minor concern of being hunted. She insisted that it be seen as a sign of power rather than a weak point. It did change a few things, she wasn't ignorant of prominent threats, and if anything, it made her lose much of her trust and faith in people. In her thousand years of making something of herself she finally got to the point of being labelled as "dangerous" in the supernatural community (If any human caught hold of her line of work, apart from the rumours, she would unfortunately be the least safe person on Earth).

Her "work" consisted of retrieving information, re-building struggling supernatural communities, collecting historical artefacts and leading large enterprises. It was, in reality, less innocent than it sounds. Now that she didn't meet with her clients directly, her mistrust seemed like she was playing a coiled serpent waiting to strike. What they failed to notice was that every supernatural entity was once derived of a human being.

I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address,
In a torn-up town, no postcode envy

She knew that she was no God.

But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room,

But that never stopped her from taking advantage of such likeliness to the name.

We don't care; we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody's like Cristal, May Bach, diamonds on your timepiece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.

She wasn't human.

We don't care; we aren't caught up in your love affair.

And we'll never be royals (royals).

That was all she really wanted in the beginning

It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

Her reluctant role as care-taker of the paranormal world was over

My friends and I—we've cracked the code.
We count our dollars on the train to the party.
And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this,
We didn't come from money.

Oh… she was free of rules

Ooh ooh oh
We're bigger than we ever dreamed,
And I'm in love with being queen.

She could be anything

Ooh ooh oh
Life is great without a care
We aren't caught up in your love affair.

She was sure she would live to regret her decision on some days

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz

So she wanted to play humble and relax for a while

Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

But she ended up cursed….