Two days had passed since Merciless had claimed dominion over the 9th generation Aristaeus Spawnlings, transforming them from mere tools of their queen into something far more sinister. The cavernous depths echoed with the agonized screeches of their kin, the air thick with the stench of blood and acid.
Merciless stood atop a ledge carved into the stone, his four new companions wreaking havoc below. They were monstrous, yet undeniably beautiful in their terrifying perfection.
Zarya, the first of the females, was a towering figure of voluptuous strength, her exoskeleton with a glossy sheen reminiscent of perfectly carved onyx. Her body was substantial, and the armor plating accentuated her natural contours. Her motions were fluent and sensual.
