Araidan cast a critical eye over his creation. It would do to fool them. Earthlings had such limited senses anyway. Once they’d stepped through the portal they would be his.
His horns quivered in anticipation of tasting their supple flesh. Females were in such short supply, it had been ages since he’d indulged.
He activated his comms channel, and the Commander’s stern face appeared in the hologram projection.
“Is it done?”
His superior’s smile didn’t reach his snake-like eyes, as his forked tongue tasted the air.
“Then let the harvesting begin. Males for food, females for mating.”
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