Alanys was glad. She had a new creature to enlighten with true knowledge. She had a chance to make Viratas stronger.
Her wrist ached as she flexed her thin fingers, working the blood through them as she considered the best way to proceed.
"Blood and death have no relation. If blood was truly a part of death, I would be dead now. I spilled my own blood, remember? Life is blood, and blood is life. Death comes when blood is gone. Death belongs to Dira, and blood to Viratas." Her eyes gleamed the colour of freshly spilled blood. Surely, he could understand this. He saw the beauty of blood every day. He witnessed it whenever he tore out a throat. Blood was much more beautiful than any other thing in the world, and dance came afterwards. Everything else was just there to enjoy.
Her eyes slanted to also consider his Human, and she smirked slightly at his observation. "There are so many Humans crawling around that we find it beneficial to decrease their numbers as we increase our own. They make a wonderful sacrifice to our God as well. Humans are useful, albeit like rodents."
She was curious about that spark as well. Never before had Alanys encountered a real slave. Surrogates weren't slaves. They were much higher on the food chain. She wondered if this woman would demonstrate violence. That would justify her killing the Human and showing the Zith the beauty of blood when complimented by Death.