The music on the dance floor seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Dancers twirled around Venice like a swirling mass. The heat from their bodies making the club warmer than it really was. Smells of cologne, perfume, and other things battled for prominence. For Venice Sheridan, this was her natural setting. The heiress of the Sheridan Hotel Empire danced, drank, and partied like there was no tomorrow. Men tried to catch her eye, but none were successful. Sure Venice flirted with each and every one of them, but none were good enough to take her home.

It was deep into the wee hours of the morning; this club never seemed to close that Venice started feeling odd. Venice put it down to being drunk out of her mind. Most nights were like that. It was when people started bumping into that Venice actually realized that something was going on. Venice was this close to getting really pissed off. Didn’t people know who she was? No one bumped into Venice Sheridan. It was with a blurry eye that Venice saw that the other dancers had stopped dancing, and was acting like the lights had gone out. Boy, thought Venice, what had they been taking? For Venice the lights from the disco ball were as clear, as a drunken socialite could see.

Venice made a sour face. This place had gone to the dogs. Maybe she’d find better action at the next club. She paused to remember where her friends were, but quickly forgot about them; as if she needed them. She was Venice Sheridan, the life of the party.

Outside the club, the air off the Pacific felt like a balm. On wobbly legs Venice waited for the valet to return with her Escalade. While waiting she checked her makeup in her compact. Venice thought she might be imagining things when she noticed a little darkness crossing her eyes. She put it down to too much drink.

It was only a moment before the handsome valet was back, and holding the door for her. Venice got in but not before passing her hand across his rugged check. As Venice drove off, she didn’t even notice that the valet had crumpled to the ground with a black hand print on his face.

Venice turned up the stereo and cruised around LA awhile, not noticing that people on the streets were acting so funny. It was after Venice ran a red light, which she’d swear was yellow, that the sound of a police motorcycle’s siren broke over the pounding music. Damn, she thought. She really didn’t need this hassle. Didn’t the cops in this town know who she was? She was Venice Sheridan.

Anger seemed to well up in her bosom. When the cop got to her Venice exploded in rage. Darkness erupted from the Escalade blowing out the doors and throwing the cop to the ground unconscious. Darkness swirled around Venice, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She really was a Princess of Darkness now. Let the fools beware.

Being an heiress of the Sheridan dynasty, Venice has always known she was better than everybody else. Venice looks down her nose at almost everybody, except for her fellow Lost Girls, and her latest boy toy. She’s also very much a party girl, and likes to have men all around her, especially men fighting over her. Venice likes to get guys all hot and bothered, and then leave them steaming in their own juices. She knows that she’s more beautiful than any of the other Lost Girls, and probably everyone else. A good way to get Venice upset is to belittle her looks.

"Every woman ought have four pets in her life. A mink in her wardrobe, a jaguar in her garage, a tiger in her boudoir, and a jackass who pays for the whole kit and caboodle."

Venice as the Princess of Darkness is able to tap into the Dimension of Darkness. By tapping into the dimension, she can project darkness in a variety of ways in this dimension. With a mere touch Venice can generate the darkness in a foe that’ll short circuit most foes central nervous system. Venice can also project bolts of energy, from her hands, or unleash bands of darkness that binds her foes. Naturally Venice can call into being a field of darkness, which only she can see through. Venice can also use the darkness as a shield, or as a wall.

Through unknown means, Venice can actually fly. With a little concentration, Venice can merge herself with the shadows becoming completely immaterial. Only attacks that generate darkness or light have a chance of harming Venice when she’s merged with the shadows.

Venice is quite the clothes horse, constantly changing her clothes. She has no set costume, but seems to have quite a variety. Naturally, Venice will only wear the sexiest, the most expensive, and the finest quality of clothes. Venice is stunningly beautiful, with long blond hair, alluring brown eyes, and legs to die for. She doesn’t wear a mask, but uses her darkness to hide her true identity.