Tale of Sloth

'I feel like my limbs aren't my own. Death seems more forgiving than this.'

Valerian Celeste Kaisor used to be normal. Dark brown hair, with tan sun-kissed skin, dark blue eyes and close with her siblings. Now she has shiny, shimmery, white hair. Purple eyes with streaks of pale blue, porcelain skin. And now she's strayed so far away from her siblings, people don't even know she has any.

Years ago, her father used to poison her mind with cruel remarks, but that was the end of it. Cruel remarks. Until the first strand of change showed up, and suddenly, all those mean comments were the unforgettable truth. A truth she'd see in the mirror every day.

Valeria's mind was at war with itself, but even she could see that her father's words had truly had sustenance. So why wouldn't his advice?

And like the wind, she's gone, far from New York and settled in the cool breeze of England.

Now, years later, she's popular, loved, a party girl, everything she once ever wished to be and more. And things are going well for Valerian until her guardian has to leave for a family matter, and all of a sudden, the norm that was Valeria's teenage years has been uprooted, and she's thrown back into the darkness that is her brothers and all the fury and betrayal that surround them.

The same fury and betrayal were caused by her and her avoidance.

But Valerian isn't one to give a fuck. She's tired. And her brothers are going to have a first-hand experience of the brew of emptiness that she brings to the table.