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Pestilence's body fell away from Toxicity in a jerky, uneven motion. Toxicity pulled back, ready to keep going. Her bloodied sister looked at her with a thousand-yard stare, snarling, but dropping to the ground before long. Toxicity waited to make sure it wasn't a farce. When Pesto truly wasn't moving anymore, Toxicity slowly approached. She checked to see if her sister was still breathing, not sure which outcome she was hoping for truly. When Tox found that she was still alive, she still wasn't entirely satisfied with the outcome. Looking at the grueling teat in Pestilence's neck, Toxicity had an idea.

She bent down and worked her way into intricate incisions, wide enough that they would heal and the scars would show through the thick mass of neck furs. She carefully carved out her own sigil in her sister's neck. A reminder of what God had decided on this day. When she was finished, she left. Whatever happened to Pestilence next was in God's hands now.