Pestilence Novels & Stories

They were already so familiar to him . "What happened?" Asked the woman behind him. “An epidemic broke out against which we were simply powerless. It's actually funny when you look at it this way: the greatest has been defeated by the smallest. David versus Goliath. All of our achievements could not save us from this invisible enemy. " “An epidemic? Like the plague? ”, Sanchez asked with disbelief in his voice and Azrael sighed silently. Why did he always have to question everything? After all, he couldn't check it out anyway. He had to believe what Azrael was telling him.

He was apprehensive around Lucinda and hesitant in believing her words, knowing her for so long, he knew how conniving she could be. “My father was a doctor in natural diseases, sir, as you may remember, and so I know that the plague is spread by rats, and Ella’s room was swarmed with rats when I took a look inside of it. I thought about the timeline of how things have happened and concluded that it had to be she who spread it.” Lucinda had not gotten up from her knees and avoided eye contact with the King for most of her explanation, typically a sign of guilt.

I retorted. “Ahem,” my father’s voice cut through our bickering like a blade. “As I was saying, the report explains why that province has been silent for two decades. The Noble Families have been succumbing to a strange ‘plague.’ It appears without warning and vanishes just as quickly, sterilizing any survivors and leaving them in vegetative states. The survival rate is less than one percent.” The twins and Kyle, my younger brother, inhaled sharply. Zenith looked pale. Ronan’s eyes narrowed to slits.

The baker who used to leave bread on her step when flour was scarce. None met her gaze for long. “The village must be protected,” Father Aldric said. “From fear. From contagion. From influence.” The last word landed differently. Elizabeth’s breath rasped. She tasted blood again and swallowed it down. “There is a place,” the councilman continued, “where those who are taken by the sickness are laid to rest. You know it.” She did. The pit lay beyond the fields, past the low rise where the ground dipped and never quite dried. It had been used before—sparingly, reluctantly, in years when the dead outpaced the living. It was not named lightly.

The inscription reads Mary King’s Close—whoever the hell that is—and in the distance, strange clothing hangs from a wire stretched between buildings. “Six hundred people were sealed up here and left to die. That’s some of their clothes. Pretty neat, huh?” A shiver runs down my spine. “Neat isn’t the word I’d use.” I hesitate, then ask, “What happened to them? Why were they sealed up?” “I’ll give you a hint.” Caleb waves a hand over his face. A long beaked mask forms over it. It looks familiar, but I can’t place it. “The Black Death. Bubonic plague,” he says, like I should’ve known. “Did Leo get all the brains in your family?”

Their overuse of the earth’s resources for convenience and greed had driven the earth itself to betray and poison them. The vampires claimed the earth’s atmosphere became toxic, poisoning everything humans required for survival. It was said to have been a torturously painful process, and only mythical creatures had the aptitude to survive her rage. However, while there may be truth to the claims, there were things Azrin had written and discovered that just didn’t quite add up.

This appears to be his latest victim. And finally, the immortal that you least want to meet on your way. Known as Pestilence, he has the ability to rot everything in his path, and his mere presence can cause death. His appearance is repulsive, his skin looks like it is flaking off. The white Agalariept that accompanies him is just as disgusting. My four horsemen were finally in front of me. They dismounted from their horses and bowed to me. One by one, they rose to their feet and swore allegiance to the supreme king of the underworld.

This got the quarians scared, they all stepped back as the pieces fell amidst them. And there goes boom!! One of them burst with no sign of its flesh. It’s black colored blood splashed on their faces, making them more terrified. They all took turns bursting at a second interval, leaving only the maid out of the game. It felt like experiencing a real-life tsunami. The maid looked around terrifyingly as she couldn’t find any of her followers left. Not even he her beloved. He was busted like the other ones with no traces. She only found their promise ring soaked in the black colored blood.

I clenched my fists in frustration before sliding into one of the chairs and staring at her. Earlier, the doctor had informed me that Sylvia had caught the plague spreading through the city, known as Estrus fever and it had no cure. The doctor said it had a death poll of five thousand people in just three days of it's breakout. It was a cause for alarm and I felt fucking useless that I couldn't do anything to help Sylvia. I refused to let myself think of her death. I didn't know this woman, nor did she mean anything to me but I didn't think I would be able to move on if she died.