Daughter Dearest

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The device placed in Venus's hand over breakfast was familiar yet foreign as she flipped it over and observed the markings on the seemingly durable case. It was a color split design — black on one side and white on the other with almost an identical representation of her horns in the opposite color on each side. 

Flipping it back over, the brand logo was practically thrown in her face. VoxTek covered a small portion, much like Stark did on her phone. 

She clicked it on and an image of her, Husk, and Angel at the bar with her head thrown back, clearly laughing with a glass of amber liquid in hand and her pearly white teeth on display.

Venus smiled slightly at the picture. It was as clear as day. She had to admit, the look was growing on her. She looked ethereal; if Venus had to use a word to describe her ‘true’ form. 

She swiped the screen and was immediately sent to the home screen where several applications stared back at her; most looked like knockoffs of the ones she had on her phone, though rarely touched unless she was insanely bored. 

Her eyes flicked to Charlie, who had handed her the device. “I know what it is. . . But. . . Why do I need a second one?”

“To keep in contact with us. I think it's overdue, considering you've been here for a while. . . All of our numbers are in there, even my dad's in the event of an emergency. Consider this a thank you for helping defend the hotel the other day.” The Princess of Hell replied without hesitation, bringing her hands together to rest her chin upon them. 

Venus smiled once more, making eye contact. “Thank you, Charlie. . . I'm an Avenger — protecting those I care for is in the job description, so I didn't expect anything in return. . . I do appreciate it though.”

Charlie squealed in excitement and then turned to her girlfriend to talk about some key points of the hotel. 

Venus tuned them out, going through the different applications, just to explore. 

She opened Sinstagram first and it prompted her to create an account. With a small sigh and a bite of her breakfast sandwich, she input information and wound up making her account almost identical to the one she had on her other phone. 

Goddess._Venus became her username for Sinstagram. She clicked on the post icon and scrolled through the pictures that had apparently been accumulating for a few days; she had to guess based on the five outfits she wore in the last three days, not including her night clothes. 

She carefully chose a picture that had her reclined on the couch with Fat Nuggets laying on her stomach, a genuine smile plastered on her face as she played with the small Hellborn creature. 

The second picture Venus chose, she knew it had been taken. It was one Angel had insisted on taking on their little outing the other day. 

She was on the sidewalk outside of a club with a pair of  heart shaped sunglasses with pink lenses perched on the bridge of her nose, flaming red eyes just barely peeking over the shiny silver rims as she posed with her drink in hand. 

There were several with different poses and facial expressions, but the one that caught her attention the most was the one where she was staring directly into the camera with a playful pout. 

Venus selected it and then proceeded to make sure that was the first slide, then let the more relaxed picture be the second one, just like Peter had taught her. 

She didn't use any hashtags or tag anyone, though she could've tagged Angel Dust, or even Fat Nuggets Sinstagram account — both of which followed her immediately after the creation of her account.