Mean Girls

Venom was nearly as surprised as Motif as the attack landed and the older girl did nothing to protect herself. This was too easy, and Venom vowed to never be as weak as this girl was. The young godlet stepped back before her mother’s voice surrounded her. She already knew there was no sport to this one. She could talk all she wanted, but Venom still managed to do damage. She hadn’t even been given a chance to touch her eyeballs. The slave girl was a baby.

”Yes, mom.” the puppy muttered as she stepped away from the two of them. Why was her mom so soft on her? Venom would have banished her to her den without supper at this point. ”Is she really blind?” Came the afterthought as she peered over Deathbelle’s shoulder to her patient.