Another four Sinners.
She gazed at the tubes, each with their own treasure writhing around within the confines of the glass walls, as they softly glowed with the clinical light of the lamp above.
The taped-on labels bore their names etched in black marker, each a symbol of her world. The world. As she viewed it, yes, but surely it was not just her? It was everyone. The world that was viewed by everyone – their perception of the world, just as their perception of her creation.
The creator was not her, no, no. That honour belonged to someone else. Adam. The first man. The man who created the first family, using the Sinners, all seven of them. Eight, maybe.
The young woman leaned back and sighed, weariness finally catching up with her. The months that had gone into her research had finally paid off in the form of her creations - no, derivatives. Similar, yet all the more different than their ancestors.
The Sinners she used were special. Designed to shield their precious secrets from the human eye, only letting them free when their points were driven home upon her plans. Of course, no one would ever see them coming, let alone expect them from the last things they would expect things like these from.
Her tense lips allowed her only a small smile. With her opus magnum written down and laid out on the table before her, she would watch and smile as the world drowned in the mix of ink and blood.