"Are you certain this won't end badly? Somehow...I do not think she will enjoy this... I have no mind to RE-FORM after all we've done. All it takes is a fang , right? You can have it then, dear sister. " Ior sighs and unhinges her jaws and slips several of her front fangs out of the protective wrappings of her gums. Of course, two fangs were not enough, she had about six and could afford to lose one.
Her eyes trail her serpentine siblingās shimmering body and smirks, reaching up to trail a finger along the five foot fangs being offered.
āThe worst that could happen is that her fatherās avatar decides to pay us a visit but not much can be done because this wonderful sacrifice of yours will keep that undesirable essence from bubbling to the surface. Besides, this will aid her in the long run, end her fragmenting and raising the dead and all. I assure you, we wonāt be having a precursor to Ragnarok so soon and certainly not from this little experiment. Yes my sister, there will be no sun eating serpents.ā
Faking a frown, Einmyria snickers, studying the vein within the fang she took interest in, the scent of the venom within tingling the backĀ of her neck.Ā
āWe donāt get to undermine Hela like our dear Jormungandr did, look what happened to them? Countless dead are lost and wandering. Heās lost his bloody mind and enraged several Old Ones and theyāve taken countless amounts of his venom, heās focused the full fury of an abyssal demon upon himself⦠and where is Hela?Ā GONE.Ā Better this than have you supplant Hela⦠or worse, Tiamat.ā
A sneer forms along her face as thin fingers touch the flesh of Iorās gums.
āThinkĀ of something pleasant because this will hurt.ā