Nobody knew the clutches of a viper as well as she. She bore the mark of the sacred serpent, and she'd lived her life a sacrifice to him, snared within his scales. His venom, deadly to all others, never destroyed her. It infected her. Over the course her youth, he turned her to poison too. Deviant. Dangerous. A creature only a snake could love.
Once, she was one of the mice scurrying, serving, worshiping. Then he made her into his chimera. His monster. He wound himself around her, knots and ropes and chains made of scales, binding her to him.
Even after death.