Black Death, 2010
The fumes of the dead are in the air like poison. The plague, more cruel and more pitiless than war, descended upon us. A pestilence, that would leave half of our kingdom dead. Where did it come from%3F What carried its germ. The priests told us it was God’s punishment. For what sin%3F What commandment must we break that could earn this%3F No, we knew the truth. This was not God’s work, but devilry. Or witchcraft. But our task, to hunt down a demon, was God’s cure.
