The Swarm Queen sat atop a throne made of scavenged scrap metal. Below her, her oldest children toiled and worked. Her lips curled into a smile, exposing several fangs gleaming with poison behind her pretty lips. As she felt yet another larvae slip out of a crack in her chitin, she spoke encouragement.

“FeAr NoT cHiLdReN. wE aRe PeRfEcTiOn GiVeN fLeSh.”