Late to the Party

Venom watched him with an uncertain gaze, the sunset hues critical of him and his presence. She didn’t miss his critical gaze, but then again she mirrored it expertly. She already had a healthy distrust in her family name, now both Klein and Abraxas. Venom had never reconciled with her god, still feeling as though he had abandoned her after her father’s death. She would take and make the name her own. For now though, she had to deal with this one.

His voice was deep, as she expected from such a barrel chested man. His build was so much different from the rest of the Klein family she was uncertain of his lineage. She didn’t owe him an explanation of anything, but she wouldn’t criticize his entitlement too harshly. All of the Kleins held that characteristic. An amused grin pulled at the corners of her features. ”You can rest assured I would not emulate such a cursed name.” If he was a true Klein he would know of Hamiclar’s curse that had endured throughout the generations. She lifted one pale eyebrow at him, silently inviting his introduction. He’d already made her wait, she hoped her time and effort wasn’t being wasted here.