She nodded and smiled. "Yes, My Virus will reign as superior! Oh what a lovely game I will play with the world. As well as you dear. Would you like to play?" she threw back her head and let a high pitched laugh escape from her lips. The childish joy on her face was prominent.
Sheva’s lips parted slightly at the mention of a virus. Of course, her instincts about this woman had been correct. She was dangerous… deadly, even. “Not if I have anything to say about it,” she commented, fists clenching at her sides.
‘Would you like to play?’ the woman said, and Sheva almost instantly felt sick to her stomach at the laughter seeping through her venomous lips. She was just another of thousands of serpents.
“I’d rather not,” Sheva answered her, voice stern, “So what is this virus of yours, I wonder?” The viruses were ever-changing and their cultivators really did seem to think of it more and more as a game of innovation and experimentation as sick as that may have been.