Shifting focus

Venom lay sphynx like by the shrine, the beginnings of a temple were well on their way as she gave her blessing to begin. Toxicity and Obu were hard at work, though Venom offered to give them all the slave power available. One day there would be a glorious testament to their god, as well as herself. Venom would build on and improve the foundation her mother built, and Ashen would grow into a more impressive Empire.

That goal would only be better seen with the help of those that shared her vision and her blood. Pestilence might have been a lost cause, but Plague and Calamity could still be swayed. Venom had hope for them, especially with her brother’s appearance to her here. Magenta gaze turned up to Plague’s forest green gaze, that reminded her so much of their father’s. Dark ears perked in his direction as she flicked her forked tongue curiously.

”Plague.” She returned his greeting with a slight nod of her own. He’d been so absent lately as well. Could she still trust him? Her eyes narrowed at his apology and lack of excuse for missing her coronation. ”What are you going to do to make it up to me?” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she tested him playfully. She feigned hurt, but she was serious about her inquiry.