Spite and Venom

Toxicity hummed as Venom spoke. It was a fair assessment. She nodded in agreement as she said that she did not wish to rely on them as heavily as their mother did. Toxicity kept a wary eye out for any who may be against the upcoming queen. To her, anyone doubting the queen was not only useless, but a threat to be disposed of. When Venom rose to power, her words essentially would become the will of God, and Toxicity had every intention of making it so. Venom spoke, saying that Pestilence proved she couldn't be loyal and Toxicity once again found herself nodding. Pestilence was a waste of good air and Abraxas blood.

Venom gave her thoughts on the pups. It was the first time Toxicity had heard their names aloud. Her ears flicked back in mild annoyance, and she was eager to forget the names as quickly as she learned them. "Pathetic," Toxicity said under her breath as the pups were described. She hadn't expected much more of them. If she had been in any position of power, they would have been set outside the packlands at birth and left to the gods to decide their fate.

"And for mother?" Toxicity said after Venom finished speaking. "Has she made her fall from godhood clear enough?"