We are Legion for we are many.
Some see us as winged menaces. We can flock together, work as a collective when we need to achieve something great. We can operate alone, a sole visitor in the night, their worst fear and our greatest salvation. Night is our time, our kingdom and we, as winged menaces, exploit it.
They never see us, as a rule for we are canny and cannot be destroyed. You might damage the body, however, individually we are but single cells. There are many more where we came from. It is only at the last moment that they might become aware and try to react, and usually, the damage is already done, as we are, by then, in their blood and nightmares.
Our start was humble, as is so often the case. We were but wandering nomads, scratching out a living as best we could. Man proved our salvation. They built us homes and encouraged us to thrive, without realizing it, of course, for man is a silly thing. Even when it was too late for them to resist us, they still denied us. Our masters laughed and we multiplied tenfold, harvesting the fruits of our labor.
We exist because of man, but we are careful. We will select and cull a few from their herd, but only a few, the weak and unresisting, for without man to supply us food, we would be lost. There are other food sources, but they pale when compared to man, so plump, so rich, so willing.
They have weapons, for that is what man does. He doesn't anticipate as much as he reacts once the danger has revealed itself. He resorts to chemical warfare, tricks and traps, but we live on.
We will survive. We will –
SWAT!
"Dammit, Illya, have you found the netting yet? These damned mosquitoes are trying to eat me alive."
