"Hello reader. Are you feeling well today?"
Said a voice which sounded dead inside...
"Let me tell you a sick story to make you feel better. A story so sick and tainted that you shall be infected with enjoyment!", the voice grinned at me with anticipation.
"I'm not interested.", I said to the voice.
"I got things to do and other things to read. Keep it short.", I said to the voice as an insult. I didn't have time for the voice's antics.
"Tsk! FILTHY HUMAN! Ignoring me and my words just as I'm about to teach you something worthy!"
"Go f$&k yourself", I said recklessly.
"Hmph! That's just how you humans are! Ignoring the REAL enemies and problems until it's too late! Turning a blind eye to what really matters..."
The voice that I met is chained upon a chair in a big empty room. I stare at this sickly being through the mirror, safe from this being's clutches. I continue to observe this voice's helplessness.
"...well... that's why we love you humans! You're blindness allow us to take your souls more easily! You are too distracted from the things you do, ignoring the world as it is!"
The voice smiled as it continued talking.
"Think about it! You keep making your own demons and gods! You make them upon your own imagination! You create characters in games and movies that are these gods and demons you speak of only for entertainment! You make religions and moral codes that define what's godly and demonic for only also entertainment! Furthermore you humans have the ego to care only about your activities! Wars, fame, history, etc. all the wonderful distractions in life!"
I refused to reply a shit of word to this mad voice.
"You humans refuse to look at the real gods of this world, the real place we set upon you. You refuse to look because you are afraid to look! You fear us, the real gods of this world because you can't do shit about us!"
The mad voice smiled further as it said:
"You humans are just sheeps. We diseases are the shepherds! We are the TRUE GODS of this world. And only us!"
I decided to give a response to this irritating being.
"Your reign is over, idiot. We humans are far more capable nowadays. We are the real "gods" of this world now. Accept your new reality!"
The being laughed like a maniac.
"Aha! Haha! Your generation is too optimistic! Your ancestors would be far less likely to say that in front of us!"
The voice pulled back to utter a more calm tone.
"Let me remind your place human. I'll tell you the story of our King of Diseased Kings so you know how weak your species are! The reality of your existance!"
I stood by and watched this being's talk. A helpless being trying to sound tough and strong. Diseases such as this idiot are denying the reality of today. Our medicines and doctors have taken down a lot of them - it's no surprise this voice tries to belittle our efforts.
This is the relationship that humans, diseases and Immunes have. A long, endless war that has raged since the existence of time.
"Now...let me begin my tale..."
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Many centuries ago, you humans were a curious bunch. You loved to travel to find new distractions: trade, glory, and new opportunities!
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EPIDEMIA: Angels of Death
Mystery / ThrillerDiseases fight each other for control of human souls around the world. Smallpox-kun, King of All Diseased Kings, lost his powers and been declared "dead" by humanity. He returns to reclaim his glory and the souls of his victims...but will it be easy?
