Daughter Dearest

fifteen

Many thoughts went through Venus's mind as she aimlessly watched the scenes change within the orb in the middle of the courtroom. The name Leviathan was familiar, in the sense that she had heard it uttered maybe once in her life, in passing. 

She couldn't focus, despite the voices of Angel Dust, Niffty, Cherri Bomb, and Sir Pentious echoing off of the courtroom walls. . . Something about round twelve and being ten pounds soaking wet?

Venus wasn't sure. 
But she was sure that the room was closing in on her. Even if it really wasn't, it felt like it was. The last time she had felt that way was when Odin let it slip that she, too, was adopted. 

Daughter of Leviathan. It ran through her head on repeat. Was that really her dad? Where had he been her whole life? 

The only thing that was able to bring Venus from her thoughts was Charlie nudging her shoulder, just in time for the orb to show Angel lifting Niffty up from the closet of cleaning supplies that she was clearly going to steal. 

“STOP! You can't take tha— GOD, Niff, why you bein’ such a mess!?” Angel exclaimed questioningly. 

“I'm. . . The mess?” Niffty's eye watered and bottom lip trembled before she bursted out into sobs. 

Angel Dust went into action hoping to calm her down, although it was clear that the sudden burst of emotion from the small demon made him uncomfortable. 

“Oh, oh shit! Hey hey, hey calm down!” He took a deep breath. “You ain't a mess, it's fine. . ! Shh. . . Hey, you wanna play with the kitty?” 

The tears stopped and Niffty sniffed, laying her head in Angel's chest fluff. “Yeah.”

Angel went over and placed the giggling demon on Husk's head. 
“The fuck is this?” The cat demon questioned. 
“She's wasted, just go with it.” Angel Dust replied.

“Re-Really?” Husk looked up to see Niffty playing with his ears and wings, poking and prodding occasionally. “Ugh, get the. . .”

Just then, Sir Pentious fell off his seat and slithered over to Cherri Bomb at another table. “Ahh. . . HEY, wow!! Hey, so. . . I see the club has a sex room, so I was thinking, maybe you'd want to, uhm. . . do a. . . sssSEX with me?”

Cherri snorted. “I'm sorry, why would we have sex?”

“Uh. . . Uh. . . Uhm. . . Because I'm having sex with everyone here!” Sir Pentious laughed briefly before being grabbed as the crowd cheered, dragging him towards the 'sex room'. Many sets of eyes were visible inside. 

“Wait!” He screamed.

“You know, we can do this fucking shit every fuckin' night! You don't have to spend all your off hours ‘working on yourself’, you little bitch.” Cherri told Angel. 

“The hotel isn't a problem in his life, it's—” Husk began.
“Valentino.” Angel Dust said.
“Exactly. So why don't you—”
“No, Valentino.” Angel was staring right at Valentino who was on a large sofa-bench talking with some female demons.

“Yeah, I'm here all the time, they know me. You're gorgeous, do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck? Ooh, I could make you a star.” Came Valentino's voice from the background. 

“Let's get the fuck outta here, okay? Come on.” Angel urged the group who began walking.

“Yeah, a star.”

“Where's Niffty?” Angel questioned upon noticing that the small demon had run off once again. 

“Porn star. OK, yup, bring me another drink or I'll fucking kill you.”