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This is my first TGAOBAM fic. It’s about Grim’s thoughts during the plague. Enjoy.

He could here their screams, hear their pitiful cries for mercy. Streaming out in a musical tone their voices echoed in the melodious death song

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posies

Ashes, Ashes

We all fall down

Laughing he stood before them, cloaked in his black cape, carrying his horrible scythe grinning with delight at his dark harvest. The songs coming from the bottom of their souls causing intense pleasure as they reached his ears.

Ring around the rosy

They cried out in pain to their God to destroy the evil brought before them, to keep this demon at bay. But their yells went out in vain as the death toll increased, and their angels abandoned them

Pockets full of posies

Their rotting copses filled the land causing it to reek with such a revolting smell. That mass burial and burnings were the only way to dispose of the bodies.

Ashes, Ashes

And still they continued to die. The horrid sickness reached them as the disease carrying fleas bit them. The fleas were carried by roamed wild and free in the unclean cities making it possible for anyone to become infected. Agony seeped through their bodies as even their priests left them to die, and grotesque boils grew upon their bodies as their live slipped away

We all fall down

I t made him smile with glee as his power rose which each passing day. He could here their music worshiping him. But there was a different song sung by others.

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posies

Atishoo, Atishoo

We all fall down

This one was sung by the unfortunate victims where the infection reached their lungs. Scarlet blood sprayed from their mouth with each cough, and their sneezes became virtual death sentences to anyone within range of them.

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posies

Atishoo, Atishoo

We all fall down

And yet to him they were all the same. The pitiful cries of thousands of souls being wiped out in that horrible plague of death. It gave him power and he stood before them as his victims bowed before death.

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of posies

Ashes, Ashes

We all fall down

But the plague eventually subsided and he lost his complete and utter control over them. But it didn’t phase him. He knew all to well about these humans. They were a disgusting creatures who thought to highly of themselves. They would continue to overpopulate the planet with their repulsive seed. He knew another time would come when they would need to be disposed of once more, even it not in the same way...

Ring around the rosy

Pockets full of Posies

Ashes, Ashes

We all fall down

It will happen again

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