More backstory, bitches. Buckle in tight because this is going to take you for a ride. Also, this is the first chapter told in first person! Everyone, meet George Vacktor!

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I remember the first time I ever saw her.

Venus Valentine Shade. So beautiful she rivaled the Roman goddess Venus herself. The diamond of Seattle city. She was the woman I wanted to marry. In my everlasting fortune, I did marry her. Making her my mistress, Venus Valentine Vacktor. We were like Bonnie and Clyde. Triple V and George, her terrifying accomplice. Together we took over the city with cutthroat business moves and fearless ambition. She was my pride and I was her joy. We had sex every night. Life was better than it had ever been.

When I found out that Venus was pregnant, I was delighted. Never before had I been so proud. I wasn't sure which I wanted more. A son to call my heir, or a little girl to spoil and call my perfect princess. I decided that in the end, I'd be happy either way. 

Until Red.

He was strange from the start. Didn't cry when he came out. With a full head of red hair. I don't mean carrot orange, I mean BRIGHT FIRE ENGINE RED. With eyes to match. It was odd, but he was my son. I could get past it in time. That's what I thought.

But I was wrong. 

Things crossed the line when he first turned Blue. BRIGHT BLUE hair and skin and eyes! That was too much! I could never live down having a freak for a son. It would ruin my business! The business that had been handed down to me from generations before. The company me and my wife had built to be an empire. I couldn't let anything destroy that. Not even my own flesh and blood. It ruined my pride. 

I'm ashamed to admit that I blamed Venus at first. Each night in my blind rage I took out my anger on her. I am a lucky man. She stayed with me through my cruelty. When I came to my senses I apologized to her. I wept. I begged for her to keep me. She said she forgave me, but I know that she never did. Not that I blame her. It was the culd. The freak who spoiled our perfect world. He was a pest. Like a pest, he must be stamped out.

He proved the darkness inside him when I tried to kill him. I tried everything. Guns, knives, drowning, burning, suffocation, and good, old fashioned blunt force. Nothing ever worked. He was just an infant and I couldn't kill him. This only angered me further. Dark magic must have been involved. That was the only explanation. He was the devil sent to ruin us. I was determined to kill him.

After the wood chipper I gave up. Instead of taking my anger out on Venus, I hit my son. At first, she was horrified. Running in and tearing me away from his bloody, screaming body. But eventually she got used to it. Just ordering the maids in to clean up and not bothering to stop me anymore. 

But one day, when Red was about five years old, it all changed.

I unlocked the door to his room, ready to unleash the fury of my shitty day upon him, only to find him gone. Red was no longer there. My breath caught in my throat.

It was Venus.

At least, I thought it was. Her bubblegum pink skin, near magenta hair and eyes told me otherwise. She gasped when she saw me. 

"Daddy!" She cried, flinching back.

I gasped, desperate to get air back in my lungs.

"Venus?!"

But I knew better. This wasn't my wife. This was my son... daughter. I wasn't stupid. This must be Pink. But she besides the pink tones, she looked exactly like my beautiful wife. The wave of her hair. The curve of her lips, she shape of her eyes, even her wonderful set of legs. The same legs I worshipped and lusted for. My mouth watered.

No! I could never. It was wrong. She wasn't my Venus. She was an evil temptress sent to kill me. I would never let her get to me. I felt disgusted with myself. For craving my daughter in such a way. 

Christ, even her pajamas changed to match her color. The pajamas we constantly had Red wear had changed to a soft pastel pink. A heart adorned the front. Right over her breast. Yes, she was a child, but Venus didn't have much cleavage even as an adult. Pink was the spitting image of her mother. I felt my desire stir. 

No! I raised my fist to hit her.

But when she screamed, I heard the echo of repressed memories. The same cry I had heard when I hit my wife. I couldn't! I couldn't hurt her anymore.

I collapsed to the floor and wept into my hands. I was weak. The demon had taken it's hold. She exploited my one weakness. Venus. Whom I loved so dearly. I could not strike my daughter.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I heard Venus scream. I turned to see her standing in the doorway, looking furious. But when her eyes fell on Pink, they went wide.

"What the hell is this?" She hissed. "Some kind of sick joke?!"

"MAMA!" Pink wailed. Seeing Pink cry did something to me. My heart clenched in agony. Seeing her face like that, twisted in fear...

"Oh, shut up!" Venus shrieked. "Just shut up! I'm not your mother! I could never love you!"

Pink cried, flattening herself against the wall as if to escape when Venus ran towards her. Venus raised her hand to punch her daughter.

I shielded my face from the sight. The sound of Pink screaming lingered with the sound of the punch landing. 

Blood splattered up against my face.