bury the light

Thus far they hadn’t questioned each other further in their game, but that was alright. Venom would give him a somewhat shortened version of events, and he said nothing. Maybe she should have, but Venom didn’t observe his reaction either. Maybe she painted Deathbelle in a less than stellar light, she had ruled to the best of her ability. She’d founded the Empire again, and Venom owed her much. That didn’t mean she still deserved her throne.

She had waited until they had gotten a few rounds in to really get to the meat of their conversation. Where had he gotten himself so beat up? He answered what seemed to be truthfully, and though she couldn’t help but think there was so much more to the story. Venom wouldn’t stray from their theme, and didn’t press him further as he went on to ask his next question. Threat to the Empire.

”The only real threat right now is sloth.” She told him somewhat quietly. She had been disappointed in the turnout for the raid. The Klein’s were getting old and fat under Deathbelle’s rule. Venom was determined to fix that. ”My brother someday. He turned on me, and I put him in his place. If he ever returns it will be for blood.” Her voice was stoic as she spoke of her kin, he was young and inexperienced now but he had the whole world at his toe tips. He was a cursed Klein, and could command more power than he realized. She mentally shook off her regret, there would have been no reconciling the boy.

”Where is your last contract holder now?” Bolder and bolder she grew with her questions, pity that they were getting so close. Now she was going to have to decide where to put him. The Palace would feel less lonely with a presence that wasn’t one of the slaves within its walls. Venom startled herself with the thought and quickly put it to rest.