Summary Of Banshee's 'The Plague'

May 14th, 2098

After the dreaded plague, we are what remains of civilisation.
What remain of earth is made of ash, a graveyard for a lost cause. Empires sunk without a trace, gone down with all their men and all their machines into the unexplorable depths of the centuries; with their laws, acedemies and histories. And as I ponder in the abyss of history, captured by the gallows of death, I can make out the phantoms of great ships laden with wealth and intellect. The disaster that had sent them down their were apparently not of our affair, as how the almost extinction of humanity was not either.

It was not enough for our generation to learn from its own experience of how the most aesthetic things and the most ancient, the most formidable can perish by accidents; in the realm of thought and feeling, we witnessed an extraordinary phenomena: paradox suddenly became reality and reality brutally believed.

This was for the unscrupulous leaders of the world that had hurled missiles in a chance to obtain a new element which could slaughter millions, illicitly auctioned to the highest offer. They called it 'Excessum', achieving its latin origin- death. Humanity could finally be erased of its parasites however the consequences that lurked were far worse. Innocent howled like banshee's in the hands of merciless machines. Mass graves.
Emily had witnessed her children die; she held their small lifeless bodies in her arms, wailing their names and begging them to wake up. Their faces pale and cold as winter's sky, unable to utter a word as they stared into their mothers eyes, paralyzed in pain. The light from their eyes disappeared gently longing to be at peace, as a means of torture upon their helpless mother. Within minutes, she dug a hole, placing their fragile bodies besides each other with their favourite toy in their tiny hands. She covered their bodies and kissed them one last time...'soon my