Got time for your old man?

Indeed, she was not. But some part of him would always miss that tiny wee form, that little bundle of black and white he had first laid eyes upon in Deathbelles den. He had fallen in love with her then. He had never expected to have children of his own, and when he had seen Deathbelles children… Venom, especially, something had changed in him. He had discovered a love for teaching, he had enjoyed every moment of their lessons together.

Venom had been a part of what had driven him onto the course he was on now. “I’ll always support you, Venom” he responded softly. “You will always be my child.” he whispered. He had never uttered it outloud before, but he had always seen Venom as his child. As what might have been, if he and Deathbelle had followed their childhood dream. His first born.