VENUS DOE CRADLED SANITY in her palms. She was sure she didnt have enough of it to make it through the year. It was already slipping through her hands like sand, and she was only eleven. Her classmates seemed to sense that Venus was slowly running from her sanity, even if she didn't know it. She ran from it every-time she checked her pulse and let out a sigh when she realized she was still living. She ran from it every-time she slowly ran the blade across her wrists and enjoyed it. Later she realized that it wasn't doing it to feel a release, she was doing it for the cool feel of blood just to remind herself that she was breathing. Venus doe was really loosing it.
Sometimes Venus felt a taste of insanity, wether it be when she feels the boiling anger in her stomach rise to her throat or when she planned the agonizing death of people she didnt like. She scared herself, knowing what she was capable of. Other times it was a nice reminder. A reminder that she COULD kill without a second thought and that she could turn her emotions off in a blink. Venus doe was truly an empty being.
Born in a gust of fury and burning rage, Venus held it dear to her. She could weaponize it as she pleases. Although, other times it merged into an uncontrollable anger she couldn't keep inside. Times like that Venus became dangerous. The destructive rage would normally simmer into something controllable other times, it would not.
Sometime around half-way through her fifth year at beauxbatons academy of magic, the rage did not dissipate. And she ended up doing something she would regret.
Ever since first year Venus's potions teacher held a special spot of hatred in her heart. He was everything she hated and one day when he decided to preach about how muggles were equal to wizards, Venus lost it. All of the years spent cooling her anger and diluting her anger were wasted. She could see nothing but the tunnel of hatred, a sicking twist in her gut searched as she slowly stood up from her desk.
It was her sub- conscious whispering to her "Don't do this Venus, don't waste everything you have built here". It was true here, Venus had built a group of trusted followers who she had molded into the perfect little demons to preform her dirty deeds. She could not afford to loose that.
Too bad that Venus didn't get a say, only her anger did. Her anger choose wrath over everything she had built so Venus stood up and ended up killing the teacher. Right there, in the middle of the classroom. Nothing could get her out of this mess, everyone knew that she was capable. But they saw it with their own eyes that day in the classroom. Venus doe was a MONSTER.
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authors note; short prologue but here is a bit of venus's backstory !!!! its currently one am and im way to lazy to edit, so im sorry for this sloppily written mess !! sending love <3 , livvy
