Spite and Venom

Venom’s tongue flicked with intriuge as she observed Toxicity’s change in expression about her viewpoint. She must not have considered the timeline, but Venom felt in her heart the severity of that moment. When he left the world so did his light, right out of their mother’s bones. Toxicity stated as much, admitting she hadn’t thought of that possibility. Venom shrugged, ”She’s sentimental. Maybe I’ll have her give it to me when she takes the throne.” She raised her light brows with an amused smirk.

”Yes, enough time to prepare myself further. To gather true allies. To sort the entrails from organs.” She hinted at a great purge to the empire. So many she hadn’t seen at the raid to support their Empress. So many useless bodies. ”Do strengthen your abilities. If I can help you, just ask.” She wanted Toxicity to be one that she could lean upon, to trust completely. She had her allies in the Klein name as well as the Armada, but there were few she could say she truly trusted.