My own slice of heaven

Venom didn’t miss how her sister reacted towards the mention of their father’s god and surname. The white gloved girl hadn’t made an attempt to exploit her sister with the fact, but she noticed how Pestilence kept herself away from the rest of them and seemed to have a routine. Venom was curious about where her sister went everyday and this would be the time she followed her.

They all processed their father’s death differently. Venom felt better about his ascension into the afterlife after having set eyes on him in the vivid dream. Not that Pestilence had believed them when she had been told about the events. Archon sought for them to bring their other siblings the next time, but were they already too far gone? Would Pesto ever believe? Was it her responsibility to see to it? She had her doubts these days. Her sister would make her own path, what mattered was strength and loyalty to their mother and the Empire.

Vivid amethyst eyes watched from a distance as Pestilence slowed and lowered her head, indicating she’d come to her destination. As Pesto slipped under the water’s surface Venom surged forward. No real ill intent meant she stopped at the edge of the water with her brows perked as she finally confronted her sibling. ”Are you training, Pestilence?” She asked curiously. She’d trained with Calla recently, she felt the need to face of with her sister as well.

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