"I… I can't believe you've truly made it this far…"
Countess Veylin's voice.
It came from deeper in the lair.
And it was quivering.
But then, she found strength somehow, stabilizing herself. Her shock turned to begrudging acceptance, then simply wrath, filled with the desire to end their lives.
"You've destroyed… innumerable years of work!" she hissed. Her voice started swelling with overwhelming fury; the venom in it was palpable. "Do you have any idea how long I spent creating those adorable children you butchered? Each one, a masterpiece of fang and silk… each one, perfect."
A pause came. And then, when she spoke again, a note of hunger slid into her tone. She started purring darkly.
"I do hope you won't mind if I make good use of the corpses you leave behind. They'll serve as such comfortable homes for my young. My little ones will eat your flesh from within… and when the time comes, they'll burst free from your rotting husks to greet the world and serve me."
