Oh dear

Venom shifted soundlessly through the trees of the shrine. This place always held such a close connection to her father that her mind seemed to clear whenever she spent enough time within the woods. Like the forest was a physical embodiment of Archon, Venom felt so much closer to her departed parent.

Unlike her mother, who very nearly abandoned them. Venom couldn’t bring herself to feel hate or ill will towards Deathbelle. Only that she would be put into a place where she truly belonged. The girl’s wandering patrol took her close to where her aunt relaxed. One of the few Kleins that Venom felt were truly loyal to her. Most of them had come to outlive their usefulness and over exaggerated the pride in their name. Hela was different. ”Aunt Hela.” She greeted softly as she emerged from the woods and turned her pink purple gaze towards the Klein woman.