Chapter 2: prologue 2: famine and pestilence
after the crisis of Salem had long turned into myth the world progressed and moved on from its archaic roots. the thatched roofs of old became metal and concrete but there was still corruption. not through paranoia and distrust but pestilence and famine.
during the second cholera pandemic in England an upper-classman walks through the slums of eastern London he had a blonde beard and a tubby belly which drew attention away from his poorly combed hair.
the streets were dirty and worn not dissimilar to the peasants that lived on them. their faces were tired and weak. so weak in fact, they could barely move to bow to the fat noble.
"I hate having to come here" he spat as he passed
as the noble passed, a peasant mumbled "dirty noble bastard" just loud enough to enrage the orc of a man. he turned around.
"which of you buggers said that? own up now and I might just end your suffering!" his face resembled a plump tomato ripe for picking. he spun in place looking for the brave man responsible for the taunt. finally, his eyes settled on some snickering children and picked up a girl by the hair. she must have just turned sixteen but, malnourishment made her look ancient. the noble lifted her with ease and she hung there like a husk. panic soon filled the streets as she struggled in pain. she searched the crowd for help but they just turned away. the noble whispered into her ear "you are a pretty girl, i might just keep you." he said with an evil grin as he grabbed her by the throat and knocked her unconscious.
he began walking again to complete the business he came to the slums for. it didn't take long before he had reached his destination. on the door, it read 'the queens alchemy'. the noble entered and was greeted by an erratic old man that hunched over a desk filled with various boiling pots and flasks filled with mystery liquids. "ah, another toy is it Bertrand?" the old man mumbled.
"not for you witch-doctor. im keeping this one this time."Bertrand said with a perverted grin "where is the thing we discussed?"
the doctor looked over his extremely magnified glasses and just pointed to another cluttered desk where open flames and more peculiar, smoking substances were contained. "it's the leather pouch next to the greek fire." Bertrand picked up the pouch and opened it. inside were oats but, there was something off about them, they smelled strange and were green in color. "those are the test pieces, leave the wench here and see how they work."
Bertrand left the girl on the floor and left the dwelling. he grabbed the oat-like substance and threw some at a group of malnourished commoners. before the feed could even touch the ground they had snatched it out of the air. at first, they were thanking the fat noble for his kindness but soon after they began growling with hunger. their faces turned predatory and they pounced on each other famine had made them insane. all it took was one taste of this mysterious grain and they were hooked. the peasants squabbled and clawed at one another with their unkempt nails that had become a nesting place for disease. each swipe that connected brought searing pain to the victim but, blinded by their hunger, pain no longer held them back. in the end, the peasants all lost their lives trying to survive.
"all of you disgust me, too poor to buy food, too ill to work. pestilence and famine, if only you were noble." Bertrand said as he walked away
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Shima_Nat sorry this one is short. i had no clue how i could continue it.
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