Men and Plague

At the end of the endless winter, all the giant creatures were extinct or near extinction. With all those harsh eras, brute force was dominated by flexibility. The creatures able to adapt to survive took over the devastated planet.

Inside this creatures one was superior. They were the top of evolution in terms of flexibility and survival. Men made their appearance over the planet surface. With almost no fur to protect their weak body they managed to be warm with other animals' skin. No claws, horns or fangs they hunted the unkillable mamuths. They were born so defenseless and useless they didnt even know how to feed themselves. But their physical weakness was a need for the balance. Their strenght was from their soul. Their mind maintained a thin line of conection with Nothing. At the beggining it was almost invisible even for the three.

That conection gave humans the ability to extract from Nothing new concepts, ideas, functions, feelings. And they used this skill to control. The same as the three but a bit more naive and less powerful their hands were able to give form to their enviroment. Their power was, not to change themselves in order to survive, but to make everything around them flexible to them.

A dangerous sabertooth tiger became their spear. The shielding skin of the mamuth became their skin and house. And as time passed, they learned. Plants grew were they wanted and some animals served them as meat and mobility. They killed whatever opposed their survival. Even themselves. This was very amusing for the Death. That was the first noticing them.

But it was until the time he saw a man killing another man on a corn field that he could appreciate the humans as a superior being. They were harvesting the corn around the sunset time. Both worked hard. That year was a difficult because rain wasn't very gentle with their crops. Both looked pale and skinny, like they haven't eaten for days. They were walking to their hut when one started complaining about the distribution of the harvest. He said that because he had a family he should have more than him. The other man argumented that they both made the same effort so they should split it even. The discussion went for around an hour. Then the first man said ok and they continued walking. The first man was walking behind looking and the second man. He was mumbling. He was angered. His eyes went from one side to the other and then back to that man's neck. Then his lips stopped moving and he stood still with the head down. He let his bags of corn fall into the floor and took the scythe that was on his back with both hands. His teeth were grinning and some tears went out. He yelled and cut the man's head and one arm with one clean cut. The corpse fell down and the blood moved silently on the ground. Complete silence. The face of the man became cold and serious looking down to the corpse. For about twenty seconds he stood there without moving. Then he fell down into his knees and started crying. His tears were different now. His crying got louder and louder while more tears covered his face. When his eyes became all red he took his scythe and put it into his neck. Then he fell into the floor lifeless next to his younger brother.

The Death came near the scene in his bird-like form, a mix of a crow and a buzzard, with his eyes sparkling. His awe for this death was incredible. It was not just something stop being alive, it was like some sort of art. All the feeling, the history behind it, the way it was done. He felt love for this moment, for their nature, for their potential. It was beautiful.

He took the form of the killer, covered by a black hollow robe. He took the scythe and made it part of himself. It was his way of aplause. It was magnificent. Never seen. If he knew humans were like this he probably would have been watching them earlier.

He took his new shape and went looking for new kinds of deaths inside the humans.


Looking more like a living being than a shadow the Death didn't notice his old soul targeting this planet for a bit of experimental fun. The Universal Death, caring nothing about if the state of matter was alive or dead, created this hybrid not living nor dead invisible thing. One virus.


It came from far away, silently entered the living planet's atmosphere. It could kill, create and move. Just like a living creature. It transformed and multiplied just like a living creature. But killing was what it was designed for.

With no needs, thoughts or any kind of will except for the death itself it spread around the planet.

At that time, the Death usually spoke to humans. He enjoyed tales of death. The planet wasn't very populated. Villages were scattered around the world very far from each other. The Death was always at the nearest funerals watching the ritual that humans offered somehow to him. He asked about how they died. Some stories where fun others were boring. In those times, his face was of a young man that didn't had much sleep. Pale. But not freightening. So he could talk to anyone without having any problems.


This virus soon spread. He found soon that the stories began to be the same again and again. A curse that consumed the flesh leaving nothing but bones. This was boring. Why the same story over and over again? This wasn't amusing. And the fact that everyone died was even worst. What will there be left to die if everyone dies? This was not good. Not at all.

Immersed in his thoughts he heard the whisper of the Infite Death laughing about some amazing thing he created. He knew now. This was his own doing. But he didn't want that. Not fun. This world was full of colourful deaths, he didn't want to lose that. He had to undo his sadistic creation.

He didn't have much time. His love for this world inspired him. He connected with his shapeless self borrowing just a bit of power. It was hard for him since long long time ago he was lost wandering in this planet's surface without connecting with himself. On the top of a small hill on a small village's cemetery, standing over a tree's shadow he started losing his physical shape. He slowly melted with the tree's shadow.

And soft breeze moved the tree's leafs. The tree's shadow became black as a starless space. In a instant the shadow burst into all directions connecting with all the shadows making them as dark as him. From outspace you could see the planet become darker. Even the white clouds were blackening.

Once the Death took over the shadows of the world, he expanded over all the surfaces. The planet became entirely black disappearing from sight. For around a minute, the planet stood in silence. Then, even faster than he expanded, his shadow form that took over the world began to retract to the point he was standing at the beggining. All the shadow focused in one small point then exploded in a thousand kilometers radius. Every living thing inside the explosion died instantly. Even the ground seemed dead, with a dry black colour. The clouds that entered that area became painfully dark gray screaming thunder as they tried to move out of that place.

The human form of the Death appeared again in the center of the devastated area. He succesfully comsumed all the virus. His flesh rot and then was consumed. Having all the virus that spread over the planet inside him, he learnt how to kill it. He took the same virus and modified it to a virus-eating-virus version of it. He hold both virus and anti-virus inside him until the quantity was equally balanced. Then he collapsed releasing both again into the planet. Most of it remained on his body making him unable to reproduce living tissues. He became a skeleton shadow with a scythe. Without energy, in a silent pain, he stood still next to the dead tree in what was once a village's cemetery.

To the rest of the living it was matter of their own will to live that made them win the battle against the virus inside them.


Hundred of years passed. The mere presence of the three affected everything around were they stood still. And they awoke at the same time to see that. Humans gathered around of what each of them thought was their savior.

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por fin termine. la vd solo revise una vez seguro esta lleno de errores. critiquen y corrijan a voluntad.

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