Tiamat came from starlight, moonlight, and fragments of teeth, she is witchcraft and life itself, and she is very very angry.

Few ever get close enough to discern Tiamat's true features and form. The only tenderness she shows is to the creatures of her plane, her flesh, her blood. To all others, she is stone, unmoved by their suffering.

Human beings to her are ants. Nothing more than tiny little things scurrying until they are crushed. Now the virus is here, her creatures are free to claim the earth as they should have long ago. And she, queen among all beings, will take her rightful place.