Finding my place

There was something about blood that made Venom vulnerable to her kin. Despite how much she had been betrayed, it was so easy to welcome Voodoo into Ashen and to talk to her. Part of her wondered what it would have been like being raised by the former Empress Deathbelle instead of being her firstborn. Maybe her sister here was a glimpse into that.

Voodoo offered her thanks and dismissed the Matriarch’s apology; she knew better than most how ineffective the strain of control could be on those around her. Her life events proved that much. The younger Klein seemed more confident in herself with the short time they were given together, and at the least they started the spark of a sisterly relationship. They might not ever be close, but there was familial affection and pride.

"We are sisters after all.” Venom offered easily as Voodoo quieted, mentioning her need to return to Habari. "Of course, I’ll escort you back.” The Empress offered a grin, she felt her heart warmed by the visit, and could honestly say she looked forward to their next meeting as well. "You’re always welcome back.”

"Venom"