Venus orbit

A half blood was impossible; it should be at least, but it wasn't the deal with me. The daughter of a Pimp overlord and a goeisha. My long, wavy hair was golden blonde, my skin a slight pink, and a glamour was all that I got from my mother, the love goddess. I got my father's eyes, hands, and fame. My wings and ears, while like my father's, were all my own with red, pink, and white fuzz and hearts. I was 5’9” and I had no accent. I was told I was cunning and harsh, but I prefer to say that I only speak the truth. I had street smarts from running wild my whole life. My 15th birthday was coming up, and while it seemed like in my posts that I was excited, I was dreading it. I was walking down the street, my heels clicking on the ground with each step. I was wearing a cute red dress that complemented my figure. My purse is swinging at my side. My makeup was pristine as always, leaving girls in awe and boys hot and sweaty. I clutched my phone tighter, thinking of the hell I was walking into as I walked closer and closer to cannibal town. Whilst I knew I could stop them if I needed to, I wasn't sure if my father, Valentino, would be happy that I killed the only place he could get his preferred booze. As I reached the border, the streets started to become cobblestone, the buildings looked older, and people had large, toothy smiles, like cannibals. I walked closer and closer to Rosie's Imporium. I had become friends with her despite my father's warnings. It wasn't like she was more powerful than me. But it was because of Alastor, and in tow, the Hazbin Hotel. I looked up and the imporium, it never ceased to amaze me, before I walked in, shoving my phone in my purse. “We are just closing, d. Please return tomorrow, and don't eat the one you're having problems with without my permission,” A voice called out behind the counter. Rosie was obviously used to people trying to talk to her after hours. I let out a fake gasp, “Why Rosie, you would turn away a friend in need of her father's approval, I'm heartbroken.” I say, placing a hand on my forehead. A laugh echoed through the room, not Rosie's, more static, like I was listening to an old crank radio. “You didn’t tell me she was funny, Rosie, woulWouldn’te declined your invites to tea as many times as I have if I did. “The voice says, a man dressed in red, with a staff, appears in front of me, a dear tail and horns obvious from where I was standing. “And I thought only me and Rosie looked good in red, my name is Alastor, dear, and you are?” He asks, his smile was yellow, like he had never seen toothpaste. “Venus,” I hear heels clicking down the stairs, and I look u at Rosie, rushing downstairs with a box in one hand and a pink heart-shaped bottle. “Venus, I see you met Alastor. I have a gift for you.” She says, walking down the stairs excitedly. Rosie was the type who loved anyone who came to her emporium, so it was no shocker that she thought of me as a daughter. “I have a gift, and before you decline, it is for your birthday,” Rosie says, pulling out a red choker from the box and putting it around my neck, letting the ruby heart sit at the base of my throat. It shone and reflected the light when I moved. “Oh Rosie, RINGGGGGGGGG* Oh shit, I have to go, do you have the” Rosie shoves the bottle in my hands, thank god. “I have to go, see you next week., I say before running off, my heels echoing on the wet pavement. I shouldn’t have left Rosie's territory, or else I would be safe at home right now.