The Rogue Plague | Part 3

Hey everyone, this is Robin. This is Luke and this is Christoph and you are listening to part three of our special edition story, the Rogue Plague, a story that we wrote about 15 years ago and we have been pulling some of these great special edition stories out of our vault and we're really happy to be talking about the conclusion of the Rogue Plague today. Yes, this is part three, the third and final part of the Rogue Plague. If you've been listening to the previous two episodes, you know this one takes us all the way back to medieval Scotland. It's perhaps a little slower paste than you might be used to from us, but I promise if that's been bothering you at all, which it shouldn't be, but if it has, the pace is going to pick right back up here in part three because this is where we get a lot of we get a big climax, we got a lot of our pay off. We end with a bang. We do indeed end with a bang, so it's a little bit old-spyled too much, but you've got a lot to look forward to in this episode. So like the other two parts of the Rogue Plague, this one starts with a sort of a cold open horror scene where we see the antagonist of the Rogue Plague who we haven't really seen too much of, except in these cold opens kind of stalking some peasants in medieval Scotland and we get another little scene of that in the cold open. I really like the way that each of these Rogue Plague episodes starts with a cold open. Robin, you actually had to do a little bit of re-editing to make it so that we could start each of these individual episodes. I did. So you know when we originally released the Rogue Plague back in 2009 or 2010 I think, you know it was one feature length story, and it had all these little these three scenes of the peasants coming. Yeah, these attacks, these medieval peasants succumbing to whatever this Rogue Plague is, but they weren't really spaced out the same way that they are in this 2025 podcast release. They were all very close together, and when I was listening to them I was like, man, these scenes would really make, we're going to be splitting this into three episodes. These would make great openings for each of the three episodes. It's a nice way to get them out. That was such a great idea. Together thematically. So yeah, I had to do a little bit of chopping and re-editing to get all those scenes to set into place, but I think it worked really well. And it's also, you know when we were talking about internal affairs I talked about these little hallmarks of Christoph's writing and of Lothaith in general, and these are kind of like a microcosm of that because Christoph, one thing I know you always really like, and if you've listened to all our Lothaith and seasons, you'll know that a lot of them do start each season, maybe not each season, but we often start with some sort of prologue or cold open, where we're introduced to the story through characters that are not part of the main storyline. Yeah, exactly. And it's a fun technique that I know Christoph's a big fan of. And so we get a little mini version of that in each episode of the Rogue Plague, which I think is really fun. You know, one thing that I thought of when I was listening back through this one, and this is really more of like a feeling than a thought, but there isn't a appearance in this episode of the immortal city of Leviathan at one point. And I realized that we, you know, we've done a season of Repscalady to see a season of Indenius. I mean, there is a little tiny bit of like flashback into Leviathan in Venios, but we really hadn't spent much time there in several years on the podcast feed. And so yeah, it was really nice to kind of like get back, you know, Leviathan. It's just something like a return home again. Yeah, it's just such a warm and fuzzy feeling to be there. And you know, I really, you know, as I mentioned on last week's episode, like this is one of the first episodes or stories that I did the music for, but I really felt like the, this horror from that scene, like really did a good job of sort of embodying that warm, fuzzy feeling of being home in Leviathan again. And also otherworldly, I think, was something that your soundtrack really conveyed, that this is this is a birth, but not a birth at the same time. Right. You did really a great job in that. Yeah, thanks, man. That's, you know, Luke of 15 years ago, appreciate that. When I was, when I was listening to it, I mean, this is part three. This is the finale of the road plague. And there's a, there's a lot of payoff in in in terms of lore. And not just do we get origin stories of Angus, McKay and and Harlequin, but we get the origin of the squid chips, squid chips. Squid chips. And this is where they started. They started in this episode. And that really gave me a smile. So it was, it was fun to hear that. And, and really just take this wonderful trip down memory lanes, visiting Leviathan and visiting these characters again. It felt, it felt great. It was a nice way to kind of, kind of go into the holidays. Yeah. So speaking of going into the holidays, like we said, this is the final episode of the road plague. Next week will be December, which means here Leviathan audio. That's the start of our holiday season. If you haven't been here with us for the holiday season before, you're in for a treat. And you're still in for a treat if you have been with us here with us for the holiday season before. Because we've got a bunch of special episodes that you are only able to cure during December, starting next week. These are, these are holiday episodes that are meant to be a little bit more whimsical and non-canon. They were inspired by kind of the Christmas specials that we used to watch as a kid on television. You know, back then there was no, no Tivo, no streaming. So if you didn't catch Frosty, the snowman on television, what was on you didn't see it for another year. So we tried to kind of recreate some of that magic. And these are all Christmas and holiday themed episodes featuring all the characters and some of the behind the scenes characters that you wrote. And you, Chris, you say it's non-canon, but the one that has us in it, that stuff all actually happened. So that is true. That is true. That was really more of a documentary. Yeah, it's more of a true prime. That is true. We all just happened to have our microphones with us as it was happening. The first episode you'll be hearing in the in the holiday series is our Leviathan Chronicles holiday special, which was actually a crossover from way back in the day with another great podcast called the Byron Chronicles, where we get to see how Christmas is celebrated down in Leviathan at the Salty Squid. The week after that, you will be hearing the Rap Scalient Agency holiday special, Rap Scalients and Raindeers, where we get a little update on how life is going for Chlerkin and Leset after their escapades in Paris and they're settling in for the holidays and their new home in San Francisco. The week after that, you're going to hear the extremely accurate documentary recording of how we spend our holiday season last year in 2024. That's going to be a Christmas adventure with the Leviathan production team, where Miekfist often look her all there, along with some special friends who joined us. That's the one. We're also definitely real beings. Yeah, no, everyone in it, totally a real person. And then we've got a brand new holiday episode that no one has heard yet, including anyone here, really, starring the cast of the Inventios expeditions. We actually just recorded the dialogue for it last night as of this recording. We're going to be going into production of it very soon and we'll get it to your ears just in time for Christmas Day. Right before Christmas. Yep. December's always a really fun month for all of us here. There'll be some other surprises that we're going to be dropping, so stay tuned. And we are really happy to be able to share these special edition stories with you and we're looking forward to having a really, really fun, really fun holiday season. And what happens after the holiday season? After the holiday season, we've got three more of these special edition stories to share with you, starting in January. So the next one coming up, it's called Snipe and it's a story that is set between seasons two and three of the Leviathan Chronicles. It gives you a little bit of the history of the Madax virus. So thank you guys very much for listening and without any further ado, please enjoy part three of the road plague. As Edinburgh is slumbered, the land to the north was more tumultuous. An elderly farming couple, Eric and Catherine McGregor, worked into the night, bailing hay for their animals to have over the winter. The herd is quiet tonight. Well frightened, maybe wolves and the hills. I'll send Joseph out at dawn to say some drafts. I got word today. Peter McDonald is ill now. They say it's the plague. They also say it's contagious. Nothing's contagious if you have the Lord God in your heart. Hella takes cash this plague, not a God's children. McDonald hasn't been to church and months. Well, I'll go close the gate outside. No, no, no, I'll see to myself. You can get some water boiling for some tea. As the couple went through their usual evenings routine, a hulking dark form moved slowly across their farm. The frightened sheep huddled together in a woolly clump, but the dark thing did not threaten them. It lumbered closer to the barn, sniffing the downpair, attracted by the light and voices within. The rear door of the house was constructed of a solid piece of oak, but due to age, contained several small cracks. The dark thing cracked the door and spiked the two humans with their backs to him. Suddenly, something triggered in its mouth, and the monsters smashed through the doors if it was papered. It left at the terrified couple, howling and smashing it them with its claws. Catherine went down in a ruined, bloody heat. The back of her dressing tatters with her blood oozing onto the dirt floor. Eric jumps back and have the foresight to grab a shovel, expecting to see a wolf, but he froze when he saw where he attacked his wife. The thing stood tall like a man over two meters high with bright red skin and long broken nails that resembled claws. It was naked, ancient scars marking its chest and neck and its ears had withered to nubs. It shook its head as whips of matted black hair on the otherwise bald head floor about as it bared its teeth rotting and sharp. The creature lapsed straight at Eric who swung his shovel. He hit his mark directly on the creature's head, but it may as well have been a solid stone. The vibration stung Eric's hand as he dropped the shovel as the creature fell upon him. Eric screamed as the creature's teeth sank into his shoulder, the pain white hot. He squeezed his eyes shut, expecting his throat to be ripped out any second, but the creature backed off then, blood dripping from its jaws. It spat at him spraying blood and rope his saliva over Eric's face before it howled once again and bound it out the door into the night. Shock, pain and confusion overwhelmed him. The old man labors sight his wife, weeping and praying for God to send someone, anyone to help them. Both of them felt fever overtake them, and the older couple now diseased, lay in a warm pool of her own blood as the dark creature went south, seeking more victims, seeking one person in particular. The rogue plague. A Leviathan Chronicle's story. Part 3 Back aboard the salty crow, Harlequin sat in the pub, laughing with Angus and drinking a single malt scot from Harle. I have to hand it to you Angus, you're a very smart man. When Ben who came riding up on a mule, the Cardinal didn't even argue, just told me to take leave with that poor Franciscan, cure the sick to the north and be careful to watch out for the minions of Satan. Ah, that's good news. We'll be glad to have you aboard. But where did Banuko? Oh, he said he had business in town, he seemed in a dour mood, so I bait him leave with that question. You know, we rode back from the Cardinal together, he seemed to take pains not to speak to me at all, as if I'd offended him in some way. No matter how many times I'd ask him questions, he simply stone-walled me. Hmm, I may try to talk to him later though. He looks like a man heavy with the weight of sin or betrayal or maybe even love. Perhaps all three? Indeed. So, Angus, now that I'm traveling with you on your fine ship, I would hear more about the mysterious of Angeline. Tell me more about your, well, I guess, our benefit. Well, I don't know how much I can tell you, as I don't know much myself. Well, no she's very wealthy, very powerful. She hasn't done any husband that I know of. I met her in London in a pub where she drank a horrible pills, no made from rice and barley. I told her they are on the spot that she deserved much better. I gave her a taste of my own, a year that I was hoping to sell up the pub we were in. But when she found out I had my own ship, she charted me on the spot. I always meet her in London, although don't think she lives there. After two voyages, she began funding some modifications to my ship to make it more to her liking. And she travels alone, or with Benu, who's hardly a reputable escort, she's not bothered at all by the scandal people could think. Little bothers, Miss Evangeline, least of all what others think. An extraordinary woman. When will she return from her journey and do you know where she went? I'm here now, and it's none of your concern where I went. Evangeline, I apologise. We didn't hear you arrive. Angus, I must interrupt and speak to you in private. Hulloquin, please excuse us. Of course. Yes, Miss Aip, I must apologise. I told the young priest nothing. Evangeline physically muscled Angus down the hall. The captain terrified that it had been caught spilling secrets about his mistress, Jibberdon, apologise, but she ignored him. She caught the second mate exiting the water closet and pulled him close, whispering fiercely in the air. She then threw Angus into her rooms and bolted the door. Angus fell into a luxurious plush chair that he'd spent a great deal of money on in order to allow his mistress to travel in comfort. He trembled. He'd never seen Evangeline in such a state. Angus, can I trust you? Of course you can, Miss. I didn't tell the priest anything, nothing but where we're met. No, no, the priest is in consequential. I need to know if I have your loyalty. Of course, to the death, Miss. If you can show me loyalty for one last trip, I will reward you in ways you never dreamed of, but I need you to watch Beninforum. I already do that, Miss, and I don't want to tell you that I don't trust him. I trusted him before, but now I'm not so sure. I need to make sure I can trust the people around me. I miss you have me. Thank you, Captain. Your second maid is currently watching for Beninforum. I'd ask you to take his post, and please send Father Hullakwin down here to my chamber, but whatever you do do not let Benin know that I'm entertaining the priest in my rooms. Angus blushed and nodded his consent, and eventually dismissing with a sigh. He ran down the hall his heart hammering in his chest. He'd never ask, not in the mood she was in, but he wondered what Benu could have done in a matter of hours that would enrage his mistress that much. He stuck his head into the bar. Hullakwin looked up without prevention. I trust everything is alright. That remains to be seen, but she is angry at neither you nor I, for which we should both be eternally grateful. However, she wishes to see you and her chambers. Her chambers? A set of double doors at the end of the hall. Hullakwin made his way down the narrow hallway, put it little ease by Angus' comments. He knocked quietly on the door to find Evangeline sitting at her desk, her back to him studying what looked to be a large map. Evangeline, are you alright? Close the door. Trust is so hard to come by. My lady? Father Hullakwin, if I am not who I say I am, I could easily destroy you by reporting a subversion to Rome. You've left your church under false pretence and purge your intentions. Do you not agree? I do. And if you are not as reasonable as I believe you to be, you could report my heresy of preparing which like potions to aid the satanically possessed and have me imprisoned, or even killed. I'm not sure I understand your point, Benu. Point is that we have reached an impasse you and I, and we must be able to trust each other if we are to go onto the north, agreed. Evangeline, what? Are we agreed? Yes, I suppose we are. I don't believe you have any way of proving to me that you will not betray me, so it is up to me to prove that I will not betray you. Hullakwin was at a loss. This beautiful, proud, powerful woman sat hunched over her desk as if she'd been defeated somehow. Hurt, and he felt a strong need to ease her pain, find out who had hurt her, and meet out punishment. He went up behind her and gently put his hand on her shoulder, eventually uncovered it with her own, holding it there tightly. I did not want to force you to tell me something you're not ready to. If you feel the need to reveal something, I keep all confessions prided. Right now, I do not need a priest father. I need an ally. I need Hullakwin the man. Tell me only what you are comfortable telling me. Hullakwin pared over her shoulder to see a map of a massive city, one he'd never seen before, but didn't match maps he'd seen of Paris or Rome or Munich or even Hamburg, but it was clearly enormous. Evangeline took her left hand off the map, and it rolled up on its own accord. She leaned back and closed her eyes, looking worn and tired. Her left hand slipped into the pocket of her sweater. Can I trust you, as a man? You can. I have the ability to heal beyond herbs. The reason why I can do so will be a mystery for now, but I promise you there's nothing demonic about it. I-I don't understand. You have a rotten tooth on the right lower jaw, and causes you great pain. If you do not have it pulled soon, you will suffer greatly. How did you know, I- Evangeline lifted her hand and softly brushed her fingertips against the side of Hullakwin's cheek. Except, you don't feel it anymore. Do you? Hullakwin probed the trouble spot in his mouth, gingerly. For the first time in weeks, the pained tooth was quiet, and seemed to even be stronger. He tried to step back, but Evangeline held him tightly, keeping her hand on his shoulder. Is it improved? By the virgin I've- I've never experienced anything like that. The cardinal says that such witchery can only be the tool of Satan, but if you can honestly heal, I can't see the evil in it. Can you tell me how you just did that? Not yet, but soon. I have revealed a great deal to you now, and you now know I'm not a tool of the church. I have shown you trust Hullakwin, when my current ability to trust is at a low. Thank you, Evangeline, but who has hurt you? I have reason to believe my second. Benu may have lied to me about some matters of importance, namely the fate of a man I once loved, and the fate of a man with whom I once exchanged a tentative trust. I have no proof, but I don't. Evangeline stopped speaking, the tear leaked from her closed eye and slowly ran down her cheek, without realizing what he was doing. Hullakwin reached over and brushed it away, his fingertips lingering on her cheek over her soft skin. Mr. Vangeline, Benu is on the dots and will be aboard in the moment. Anytime we spend alone, we must do it without him knowing he is already jealous of you, and if I can't trust him, that means you may be in danger. Until I can be sure of him, we must be discreet. Discreet about what, Evangeline? If we are to meet about this plague, it's hardly something for him to hold against me. You make a sound as if he's in love with you, and believes you intend to bed me. Indeed. What I certainly wouldn't do that. You are priest, after all. Yes, I am. Evangeline let his hand go and rose from the chair, wiping her eyes efficiently. She strode past Hullakwin and opened the door for him, ushering him into the room next to hers. This is your bunk. Angus should have already stowed your things for the next few days. Next to your room. It was the last bunk available on the ship, unless you choose to bunk with Benu. Ah. No, I thought not. Now if you'll excuse me, I must have a careful talk with my second. Angus will set sail tonight. Dinner is at 7 o'clock. She left him in the hall, striding purposefully to meet Benu, and Hullakwin watched her go with a storm of emotions in his chest. He needed to pray for guidance. He put his hand on the door knob, then shook his head and went down the hall back to the bar. He needed more of Angus's scotched, clear his head, and then he would pray for guidance. If I am understanding correctly, you wish for me to admit that the crimes I told you I committed all those years ago were true, and if I told you that no, Pytor was spared that he loved you to the end, and I did not slaughter the innocent scaradarth, that would make you more angry with me. Of course it makes no sense when you put it that way. But yes, if Pytor was not what to death, your claim ensured we would be apart forever, which is almost crueler. If the scaradoth were not slaughtered, then maybe some of them could have survived through these many centuries generations upon generations, and they could be behind the plague that now threatens to spread to Europe. Evangeline, it gives me no pleasure to say this, but yes, Pytor was put on trial and then put to death, and yes, from account sent to me, he did renounce you at the end, although I will allow it was probably because they tortured the confession out of him. And yes, the scaradoth were definitely slaughtered. When? When? When? Were they slaughtered? Well, it was either before you massacred a village when I had an army or after when I was the only one alive, which would you guess? Evangeline looked at him coldly, hating him for his logic, but finding little wrong with it. He sighed and stood, his large frame relaxed and unthreatening. I pledged myself to your side centuries ago, and have I ever let you down? Why do you doubt me now? Did something happen? Did that priest- No, leave Harlequin out of it. Angus too while you're at it. This plague, I know it's the one that afflicted the scaradoth of five centuries ago, but that's impossible if you say they were exterminated. I understand, but I do not appreciate your lack of trust in me. I realized that I took everything you told me during that time. Every horrible thing. At your word, and that you could have been lying to hurt me. It was a possibility, but if it was my goal to hurt you, I could have come up with much worse things, such as piter being alive and well, and married to a good, Christian woman in London, while I was to execute you. I will grant that. You know me too well, Benu. I'm sorry, I doubted your dedication, but it still doesn't account for the fact that my contacts tell me that the saffron infusion I used to treat this disease centuries ago. Also cures the disease that is now sweeping through the highlands. Your contacts could be lying to you, or misinterpreting what they're seeing. There are so many others who could be untrustworthy here, and yet you left to accuse me, your closest confidant is what we have built between us so fragile, eventually. Evangeline felt shame claw at her insides. Benu was right. She hadn't considered so many factors in this. She had merely pointed her finger at he who was closest to her. Benu pulled back his hood and she saw in his ravaged face the shame regret and betrayal. He stepped forward, arms open, and she let him hold her tentatively. Evangeline, I know our friendship started off in an unorthodox way with hatred and violence, but you've become very dear to me in the years we have traveled the world together. I told you all my sins from my mortal life. I am open to you with nothing to hide. I ask you for your trust. Nothing more? You have it, my dear friend. She ended the embrace before Benu could say more, and she smiled at him and exited the room, saying something about telling Angus it was time to say on North. The moment she left the room, bitterness squalled across Benu's face again. He would give up his very immortality for one night in her arms. He was imprisoned here in her circle, receiving wealth, immortality, but not the love he so desperately needed, and he had an uncomfortable feeling that she would be sharing that love with an unsuspecting priest very soon. Meanwhile, the very same priest was drinking Angus's excellent scotch in the mess hall of the salty crow on an empty stomach and having troubles staying upright. Father, you may want to slow down. Do you know what'll be for another hour? Certainly. You have something in the meantime? Bread? Every pub has bread. Or soup? Actually, I have something I've been trying. On my last trip to market, I found a fisherman who caught a massive squid. No one would touch it, so I brought it back here and tried out a few recipes on it. I'd like you to try my Angus original. Squid chips. Squid what? Angus produced a wooden bowl with a flourished filled with the dried bits of squid, Hallochim Frand, wondering if one piece of squid would cause all the scotch to return with a vengeance. They're not much. I think if I can get some more spices, there'll be a lot better. They're good. Lovely. Keep working on that. Thank you, Father. You've got quite a future with this, both in these squid chips. Have a thinking of opening up your own pub and leave the sea? Or don't see that happening. And as long as Miss Evangeline needs me, I'll be her captain. She does have a way of inspiring loyalty. Tell me, does she, um, bring many men aboard the ship? Besides Bennu? No, you're the first. She's taken a shine to you, it seems. Which I suppose being awkward for you, being a priest in all. Indeed. I can't imagine a woman like that agreeing to be a concubine. Concubines? For priests? Some have them, yes. There was a movement eight years ago to abolish concubines, but it failed. Still, many of us, myself, included our celibate by choice. Your whole life? Not one woman, not even in the convent. Harlequin flushed, remembering one visit back to the convent where he offered to help a young nun with cleaning the stable. She'd been new, uncertain of her vows, and he had been a young man with a young man's urges. Still, he had been a proper priest, resisting the subtle of flirtations until she had dragged him into an empty clean stall and shown him what all members of the clergy had given up. It also showed him why some priests still kept concubines. Once at the convent, but I can't ignore my vows. Then don't worry about it. Avangeline is an honorable woman. I think I'm going to visit the water closet and then try to sleep off this scotchet. Thank you for your ear, Angus. I, Father. Harlequin retired to his cabin and shed his robes and lay down on his bunk. His head swimming in his mind stormy. He dozed off, sleeping through dinner and leaving the Edinburgh report and the entrance into the North Sea for the three-day journey. He slapped while into the night and only woke upon hearing the opening of his door. What? Who is it? Avangeline. You've known her for a day and yet you already called her name in your sleep. She is a powerful man, is she not? Oh, Venu. What do you want? I wanted to see if you were resting comfortably. We must make sure our guest has everything he needs. And we must make sure our guest stays in his own bed for the voyage. I am a man of God, Venu. So was I. Once, until Avangeline. As was her petrothed once. I do not like your insinuations. If you have something to say, say it. Avangeline doesn't need to be betrayed by a man of God again. Your teachings and hers are opposites. The brief flair of attraction would never last when you are reminded of your celibacy and the inferiority of women. So this is all for Avangeline's well-being, is it? Stay away from her. I'm here to remind you that you're here to do a job. Do it. That's all. Venu was very close to Harlequin's bed and he was suddenly quite aware of how large the man was and how he was lying down and had no room to Venuva should Venu attack. I need no reminders, Mr. Venu. Good. Accidents at sea are such dreadful things. Sleep well. Venu glided out of the room so silently that Harlequin outstretched his hand to make sure that he had actually left. How dare you. No over here. Questioning my vow. You think I'm getting too close to Avangeline? She's lovely. I've only just met her. My heart beats strong for her. She's just a woman. She's different. We have to find the source of the plague. No wonder what her lips taste like. I am a man of God, but she is tantalizing. Soon, sleep finally overtook Harlequin's conflicted mind. He dreamed of looking into Avangeline's eyes and placing her hand into his as a brilliant sunrise, brandish their silhouettes. He could feel her breath against his neck as he leaned in close, closer to touch her. The next two days at sea was spent with Avangeline, Beno and Harlequin strategizing over how to attack the disease. By the third day, the effects of the rolling North Sea had taken its toll on Harlequin. His experience upon ships was limited, and he spent the majority of his day in his cabin, or with his head leaned over the railing. But later in the eve of the third night at sea, Harlequin slept in his cabin, replaying the familiar dream in his mind. He awoke. He was a man of God's grace. He was a man of God's grace. A familiar dream in his mind. He awoke with a start as a hand close around his arm, causing him to jump. But he soon realized it was a smaller hand, delicate with no calluses. He brought his hand up and felt her long, silky hair, and his fingertips brushed a smiling mouth. His heart caught in his throat as she pushed him back into his bunk. I brought you some ginger tea. You're fighting easy for someone with the Lord in the out. Did you think I was Angus? Or perhaps Beno? That's not so far fetched around, Julien. Beno threatened me, he said. He's merely jealous. He's just very dedicated to me. He wouldn't hurt anything I want. You want? Yes, Harlequin. I told you. I wanted you here as a man. Not a priest. But I am a priest. It is part of who I am, Evangelion. But as Harlequin remembered the girl in the stables, he knew he was a man too, and was suddenly all too aware of the thinness of Evangelion's silk nightgown and his own nakedness, and the fact that she was pressing herself against him. But then she stopped. Her insistent aggressiveness, seeming to wait for a sign from him. Tell me to leave, and I'm gone. Just say the word. Evangelion. His innocence was lost in that moment, as he captured her lips with his and his hands pulled at her nightgown, desperate to free her from it. Surprising himself with his own aggression, he pushed her onto the bunk and paused himself to scramble at the shelf by the door for matches. He lit a candle with trembling hands and made sure to lock the door. He turned and gasped. Never in my life have I seen such exquisite beauty. You are God's perfection, made flesh. Evangelion simply smiled and held her hand out to him and he joined her on the tiny bunk, where they leisurely explored one another for the next hour, carefully hiding their cries of pleasure in the pillows and blankets, until they lay, spent, wrapped around one another in a tangle of limbs, blankets, and long red hair. Tell me, Evangelion, did you set out to corrupt a priest? I promise you, I did not. You are quite a unique man and I simply found myself drawn to you. So what happens now? Right now. Well, we either decide to sleep or we see if you're interested in exploring any more pleasure. That idea is an easy question, but I am meant in the greater picture to explore this plague and then you deposit me back in Edinburgh with a broken heart and many sins to confess to my cardinal. Aww. Evangelion, you are a good woman. You are a healer. I would go with you on your travels. I would help you, whether you worship him or not, you do more of God's work than many of the pious I've seen. I'd like that, but you would have to understand what you were getting into, the least of which being the abandonment of your vows. Is this the trust issue you spoke of earlier? It is. Before I begin, may I have your open mind in this? Will you listen to me without calling me a witch or dismissing me entirely as a madwoman? Of course. Evangelion began to tell her long history, starting with her life with Piter, healing the scaradoth, encountering the aliens, her immortality, and lastly, Leviathan City in the Eden Initiative. Harlequin kept his arms around her, listening passively, taking it all in as he had promised. When she was done, she cramed her head back to attempt to read his expression. You said earlier that you could prove to me this trust. I assume that would be showing me this underwater city of yours. Yes, and I can take you there, as soon as we're done here. I will hold any judgment until you can show me the city then. You aren't going to call me a witch or a liar. You have shown yourself to be unique among anyone I have ever met. You have proven your healing powers. You also have information about me that no one else except for Sister Mary Louise has had. Ah, your contact in Edinburgh. I did wonder how she stayed so young looking. Your mind is sharp. You could join us, Harlequin. Come to Leviathan City with me. I can make you immortal. You would be an excellent addition to the Eden Initiative. Evangeline's eyes sparkled with hope, but Harlequin turned his head away, frowning. I would love to see your city, Evangeline. And the idea of spending a turn to you is attempting one. I could see you becoming my other half. But if I give up mortality, it would be as if I died and my soul departed, with my body staying here on earth. While my life is dedicated to helping others, and it appears your Eden Initiative would do just that, I would be doing so as a soulless husk of a man, incapable of loving you or showing compassion to anyone else. To be immortal means never to meet God, never to have your soul be redeemed. I would be willing to give up my priesthood, but never my love for the Almighty. I'm sorry, Evangeline. I can't. You know what? I think I'd like to show you something. And what would that be? Come with me to my chambers. Your chambers will be seen. It's four in the morning. I hardly think so. Come. Evangeline took his hand and both quickly rose from the bed and put on clothing to walk down the corridor to Evangeline's chambers. They hadn't walked more than a few steps then. A deep blast shook the boat and shortly after a bell rang sharply on the deck, Angus came sprinting down. Angus, what's happening? Are we under attack? Not that I can tell that it's not good, mate. We've had a blast below deck, ripped a bloody great hole in the side of the crow. She's going down my port girl. Do we need to abandon her? No shy. The water's cold, but we're less than a mile from shore. We should be able to swim it. Consider yourself in good grace with the Lord Father. That blast came right beside your cabin. Come on, we need to hurry. No lifeboat. The blast was on the pot side. Took out the section of boat where the life boats were. Shattered the things in half. Come on, we have less than a minute before we drown. What caused the explosion? Down to final. Maybe some of the chemicals we brought on board to combat that plague. But the crow has gone down fast. We've got to abandon ship. Evangeline and Harlequin didn't stop to question. Evangeline sprinted into her room to grab the box that protected her stastone and then ran to join the men on deck. The ship began to list hard to port. Evangeline, Father Harlequin, are you all right? Yes, Bennu, we're unharmed. We need to swim for it. Are you up to it? Bennu answered her by diving over the side. The ship listed again in the cruise, save Angus all abandoned ship, leaping into the dark water without his second thought. Mesa, you prepared! Angus, I'm fine. I'm more worried about your own well-being. Let's go. The three of them lepto decide. Even though it was summer, the frigidity of the North Sea drove the air from their lungs as their bodies tried to adapt to the cold. Harlequin never has strong swimmers struggled to keep up with the others. His rogue weighed him down, but he knew he was better off keeping it on, providing he made it to shore. The heavy wall pulled him down further and he gasped, taking in great mouthfuls of water. He struggled against the black sea, but the panic overtook him and soon he lost consciousness. The last thing his mind registered was the feeling of slim arms catching him around his chest and heaving him upward. He wondered if he was finally going home to meet his lord. The vangeline towed Harlequin swimming strongly towards the shore. With her stasdorn hunt strength, she dragged him ashore and put him face down on the rocky beach. Angus, are you alright? What do you think happened? I have no idea, miss. We weren't carrying explosives and we saw no other ships, not to mention we were hit from the port side toward the shore. And there's no sign of people around here? Look, there's Bennu and the crew! In the week moonlight, they could barely see two figures coming out of the surf, one large dragging a smaller man under his arms. I got to him before he drowned, but he's not in good shape. Thank you, Bennu. We need to get the water out of his lungs. They worked on Harlequin and Angus' first mate to attempt to get as much water out of them as possible. They both recovered, coughing and vomiting up sea water. Thank the goddess. And thank you, Bennu. Goddess bless your heroics. Anything for you, eventually. Harlequin, you're going to be alright. What happened? The ship sank. You nearly drowned. You saved me, my heretic angel. Bennu turned away from the dedicated look Harlequin gave Evangeline and went to tend to Robert, the man he'd rescued. The five of them relaxed, exhausted on the beach, and before they could determine who would take watch or who would build a fire, they each fell into an exhausted sleep. The next morning, Evangeline brought out the starstone to heal Harlequin's remaining injuries and damage to his lungs, but the priest put up his hand. This magic you wield. It only heals Harlequin. Your lungs are still injured from being filled with water. Not with the starstone. I don't trust it. The Lord God has no objection to me using the means at my disposal to heal the injured. Do you know that for sure? Fine. Have it your way. God's name. That wasn't from God. I'm going to make a guess and say that no one has a weapon on him. I have a knife. I feel like I know that voice, Benny. Let's go. The rest of you stay here. I'm with my lady. I said stay here. The Scottish Hills, north of Aberdeen, lay before them, with their summer grasses high. The crisp, sunny morning seemed an unlikely time for monsters, but the howl came again, and the shipwrecked passengers looked at each other nervously. Benooh and Evangeline went into the hills, looking for the creature that made the noise. The hills made for our decos, and they hiked up one, then another. Oh, we're wasting time. We have no idea where the sound is coming. Evangeline, I have something to tell you. What is it? The madman that is infecting the villagers. I fear it could be Vordark. Vordark? Leader of the Skaradorf? Impossible. He'd have to be as old as we are. Back in Sumnatok, you told me of the imminent attack on Elkinaw Island. You said the Skaradorf had been exterminated. I thought most of them had been. What? Then you lied to me after all. Not exactly. The English invaded the tribe exactly as I said they did. Only they captured Vordark and bound him as a prisoner. The priests liked to claim one conversion for every village they took. He refused. And the English left him alone on the barren island, along with the corpses of his entire village. It wasn't long before he'd contracted the disease again. One night, while we were still in Sumnatok, I rode to the island to see what had happened. I saw Vordark lying in a shallow cave, thrashing in pain. I presumed he would have died that evening. Then how can he still be alive? We've both suspected this disease may not be of terrestrial origin. Why did you never tell me this? You've allowed the aliens to harbor a weapon against me. You and I left Sumnatok soon after. Vordark's tribe was gone. Our village was gone. It was unlikely he would harm anyone before he died. I didn't want to upset you further. You were volatile in the early days. I didn't think he would be immortal like us. Mad and in pain for all these years. He was building an army, infecting people. He was building an army to attack mankind. To attack us. Leviathan. Venu, how could you not tell me this? I-I just didn't know. Evangeline stared at her old friend in shock. The betrayal was slap in the face. Benouve fully expected to be screamed at, struck or worse. But instead, Evangeline turned and ran down the hill back toward the beach. Honakrain, forgive me my love. I have left you to your death. The sounds of desperate fighting came from the head. Evangeline ran down from the hills to the beach and could see the tall muscular man with red skin and wild eyes, punching it angus as we can first make good. While his second mate in angus tried to pull him off, Halakrain lay on the ground, bleeding profusely from his abdomen. Evangeline reached down to the pebbly beach and picked up a rock as big as her fist. She hurled it with frightening precision of the scarlet monster and he turned his face to her. Despite the horrors brought about by the plague, she recognized him from years past. Vordok, the scarred ochh leader. Vordok! The beast turned and Evangeline could finally take in his full measure in the rising sunlight. Vordok still stood a foot taller than most men and seemed to be strengthened by his disease not weakened. He was naked and his nails were caked with blood, extending several inches from his fingers. His eyes and skin were equally red with no pupils visible. He stared at Evangeline until to his head like an animal considering its prey. Evangeline! The louder you went, I've waited so long to tell you I have friends now. So do you, who shall have my mind? A hatred is strong for you. All of us will take the place of the scarred ochh you were the reason they all died because of you. She picked up another rock and Vordok let the crewman go and walk towards Evangeline because lips were red and wet where he'd bitten one of the men like a dog. Suddenly a motion caught the beast's eye. Carlokwin was desperately trying to lift a heavy piece of mass that had washed up on the shore. He intended to use it as a weapon but was still too weak to lift it. Vordok broke from Evangeline and howling. He left towards Carlokwin who tried feabely to get out of his way. The beast sunk its mouth into the side of Carlokwin's face and tore back, leaving pieces of flesh in his mouth. No! Evangeline sprinted at Vordok, clenching both of our hands together and striking at the beast's neck, trying to collapse his windpipe. Vordok protected himself in time. Evangeline stood her ground, kicking Vordok between the ladies and Vordown on her. The monster was barely swayed, registering pain as more of a nuisance than something crippling. He punched Evangeline hard, knocking her down into the dirt, leaving her head ringing. Vordok left and straddled her, leering his fangs in her face and claws all over her chest. He reared back and held with triumph. Evangeline felt dizzy and she realized how much blood she was losing from the injuries on her chest. Suddenly Vordok was thrown off Evangeline as Benuz struck him head on. His hands closed around Vordok's neck as he tried to ignore the claws that slashed at his road, shredding his hood and raking across his face. One of Vordok's claws caught on Benuz's eye, causing him to cry out, releasing to gasp for breath. Vordok panted for a moment and then ran back towards Evangeline who was just getting back on her feet. He slashed his misshapen claws at her, ripping her robes and opening the spin on her left arm. Evangeline lifted her hands in defense and the monster slashed again me severing her arm from her body. Vordok knew he was winning the fight, and we need just another few blows to exact revenge that was five centuries in the making. Evangeline felt crazy about the men that exterminated my people. You are this disease. I will have my army soon and soon. They will make my people the chosen ones. Your time is alpha, you lying! Where is not yet? Benu exploded into Vordok and tackled the creature as they tumbled into the cold wet sand. Vordok's claws became a blur but Evangeline could see the momentary gleam of Benuz's knife. The creature tried to gain leverage on Benu, but to no avail. Benu famed and dodged each attack, landing a slicing blow with his blade. Each time Vordok extended himself. Finally, the futility of his blows enraged Vordok to utter madness. He charged Benu with all the fury and hatred he felt for the world. Just as Vordok lowered his head, Benu landed a sweeping cut across the monster's neck. The creature gurgled with pain as Benu quickly left behind Vordok and roughly grabbed his neck, twisting it more than 180 degrees low. Vordok crumbled into the shallow surface of the North Sea. His centuries of pain and madness over at last. Evangeline ran to Benu. Benu, your eye! Her second could only blink at her with one desperate eye as his face bled onto the sand. Evangeline quickly used the starstone to close up his wounds and fortify his body to protect against the loss of blood. He gasped once his eye healed. I'm all right. Tend to the mortals. We need to take care of you. The mortals are dying and I, I am only injured. You're a healer, Evangeline. See to the sickest first. Benu! Evangeline, go! 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Days later in theviathan city, I trust your accommodations are comfortable, Angus. Yes, I'm not entirely sure. I'm not dead and in heaven with an angel. I'm hardly an angel, Angus. And you're hardly dead. In fact, you've been loyal to me for so long that I think it's time I probably repay you. I need someone with your skill at listening, not to mention, Leviathan city is lacking a decent pop. Since I caused your shift to sink, I would like to be the one to offer you something better. And what would you say to immortality, your own pub, and service to me? You must be putting my leg, miss. I'm not a brilliant mind like the others down here. Are you not? You're smarter than most people I know, because you know people. I should have trusted you about bending. I don't know, miss. It came through in the end. He always does. Eventually imporzed by one of the windows that overlooked her glorious city. Her family, her friends walked by below doing her work, the work of the goddess, but she wasn't permitted to do the one thing to save her love. He has contracted the blame. Oh no. Well, he could just carry him, right? The saffron infusion that... We tried, but we couldn't administer it in time after your ship sank. Well, then use that... that star-stone healing thing that you do. He doesn't want me to. But he'll die. Exactly. The vision should come on him in the next few hours. Then the holocaun we know will be gone. Miss, I'll take your offer. If only because I knew you'd be needing a good, strong drink in the coming weeks. Tuff. This is exactly why I need you, Angus. You may not know great literature, but you can seem right through me. Go save your lover, miss. You'll hate yourself if you don't. Eventually in hugd Angus briefly and left him, heading downstairs to the infirmary where the most advanced physicians in the world looked up at her, shaking their heads. Her lover lay in bed, skin flushed, thrashing from side to side in fever. His arm was encased in a heavy bandage and the wicked gash on his face was covered with linen. With a gesture, eventually cleared the room and went to sit beside him. Holokwin's body stirred in his eyes opened. Do you know me? I'd know you anywhere. You have the plague, Holokwin. Wardog spread the disease to you. Fuf. Sister Rarila Wies always told me I was susceptible to catching colds. Let me ease your pain. Let me save you, Holokwin. Save the word. And it's all gone. You mean with your, your starstone, the magic that gave you and your people eternal life and barred you from the gates of heaven? I'm afraid I must decline my love. I will leave soon to be in the arms of my Lord, eventually. It's my time and it's my destiny. Any true Christian welcome that. I led a good life and was rewarded twice by the Lord in my last days. Twice. You. He gave me you for just a little while. And for that, I am eternally grateful to my Lord's generosity. And secondly, we stopped the cause of the plague. We saved the innocent of Angeline. We did what we needed to do. I can ask no more from my time on this earth. Now, my maker awaits me. The Vangeline put her head on his chest and began to sob, feeling entirely impotent to have such power and wealth at her fingertips, but unable to do this one thing, to heal her lover. She also did not want Holokwin to know that despite Vordok's death, the plague had still spread south to Edinburgh, where the new conservative Cardinal of the Church there had coined it the rogue plague, blaming Holokwin for its spread even as he had attempted to go north and stop it. Holokwin stroked her hair with his good hand. Thank you for everything, showing me life. Showing me love. I don't regret a thing. I can't be without you. Let me go, Evangelion. Let me go, my love. Holokwin's hand fell limply from the thick, orbin strands of Evangelion's hair, and his eyes clenched in pain, then went suddenly slack. Pfft. No. Evangelion left the room completely broken. She waited outside the door, not letting herself reenter. She feared if she did, she wouldn't be able to control her actions or her desires. Soon after the vision started, and soon after that, Holokwin's screams emanated from his room. Ah! I'm going to know. Oh, I am. Please, God, I'm so sad. No. Please, take him. We are here. Don't take him. I can't. Go on without him. She waited as long as she could. The beauty of the Leviathan Day streamed through the pale green windows of the hospital tower, and soon gave way to a subdued desk. Stars and constellations twinkled in the dark sky and comets danced at the edges of the cavern walls. Evangelion felt what remained of her broken, empty heart, sink with guilt and shame. Holokwin's screams and the remnants of Vordok's consciousness that echoed through his ravaged brain eventually fell silent. And in the middle of the night, as her city slept around her, Evangelion slowly opened the door to his chamber and crept into Holokwin's room. The star stone was in her hand, and she held it tightly. You may damn me for the solokwin, but I've done much worse. The artificial dawn slowly spread across the great cavern wall of Leviathan City. The extraordinary artistry of Maestro Vibiruchi was evident as hot, burning scarlet glowed at the furthest end of the cave, stretching slender, trembling rays of gold and orange across the sky. Closer to the cathedral, a white glimmering cylindrical tower with long green windows still sat in what remained of the moody darkness of the night. The tower grew wider towards its top and expanded towards the direction of the city centre, like a sunflower reaching for the sun. In one of the rooms close to the wide summit of the tower, Holokwin opened his eyes. Ah, ah. His body was sore, but lacked any of the searing pain that he last recalled. His mind felt fuzzy, but he strongly felt another very odd sensation. He felt surprised. It was not just surprise at his surroundings, which were clearly born from another world, but surprised that he was actually there, that he was alive. He sucked the air of the room deeply into his lungs to appreciate this glorious miracle. Holokwin sat up abruptly and spied the sleeping of Angeline in a thick chair beside his bed. He flexed his bandaged hand and pulled the dressings off his face, finding perfect, smooth skin underneath. His lungs were sore but didn't take terribly from nearly drowning or screaming. His head no longer throbbed and his fever was gone. Like the Lord in heaven I live. I'm alive. You did it. You did my love. Evangeline, you saved me. The saffron elixir must have shh. My love, you're awake. I'm so pleased, but my angel, you have to rest. You are a healer of the highest order of Angeline. I am in your deepest debt, with Holokwin. There's something I need to tell you. Yes, what is it? Holokwin, I was not able to heal you using earth bound medicine. I was forced to use something else. You used your immortal means. I asked you not to. I beg you. My love, you have to understand that we can live forever now. Together we have the rest of eternity to be with each other and to help the less fortunate that we can live. You've turned me into an unnatural monster. No, my love. I asked you. No, I told you that I didn't want this life. You've taken away any hope of redemption, any hope of God Almighty ever. That's a lie, Holokwin. There is no redemption in death. How would you know? You live your life existing in the space between life and death, being fully neither. You are in no position to speak to me about the state of my soul. Oh, so this not lost. You live, you breathe. You can affect the world around you. For the better, you can help me with the Eden initiative. I am damned. I am nothing but a shell of walking flesh. Damned. I will never be allowed into the grace of the Almighty. I wanted to save you. I did this because I love you. I loved you too. I did eventually, but that's not why you did it. You didn't save me out of love. You are so proud that you believe that your arms are better for me than the arms of my Lord, whose face I will now never see. No, it's not what you think. You were suffering. I couldn't bear to see you like that. I couldn't. Do you even hear yourself, Evangelie? Your very sentences are full of selfishness. Your acts are not those of a lover or a wise and revered leader. Your acts are those of a spoiled child. You're being cruel. Cool. Am I? Did I go against your wishes for your own body? Did I decide your fate for the rest of eternity? Your fate is your own to decide. Then I'll start now. How exactly do I get out of here? No, you can't leave. I'll look in my love. The vythin is your home now. No, it isn't. And don't speak of love to me. Where will you go? I can't go back to the church. I am no longer a creature of God's design. I'm tainted and soulless. I cannot ever serve in a house of God. How will you support yourself? How will you live? Who you've ever known is the church? I don't know. I learned how to brew beer from some of the monks who visited from Belgium. Perhaps I'll brew beer and sell it from village to village. Or maybe I'll just learn to lie and steal for a living. I'm no longer accountable to scripture or church. As such, their laws no longer apply to them. Oh, no, Quentin. But I won't be held by yours either, Evangeline. You stole something from me and there's no redemption for someone forever bound to walk the earth. Don't you see, Evangeline? Immortals have no judgment today. But you can't leave Leviathan. You need periodic treatments from the star stone. Or you will sicken and die. If I do that, at least it will be on my terms this time. And if I decide I like this life dedicated to nothing but myself, I may come back. You wouldn't turn away a man you made immortal against his will, would you? You're not that much of a monster, are you? I... No. No. I don't want to look at you, Evangeline. Not now. Your sight angers me and reminds me of a life I no longer have. I'm going to go back to Scotland for a while. From there, well, who knows? But I won't stay here, not with you. Goodbye, Evangeline. Pala Quinn stood for a moment, pausing to stare at Evangeline one last time. Then he lowered his head and pushed past her, walking out of the tower and onto tweedle boulevard. He seemed oblivious to the glory of Leviathan City and urgently scanned his surroundings in search of a port to return him to the surface. Evangeline stood alone in his room motionless, but soon felt the presence of Benou behind her. She refused to let him see her grief. You looked well, unhappy, however. About as happy to receive my gift as you were. And yet he leaves while I have been at your side for centuries. Keeping secrets like Vordok, other anymore I should know about? No. I do notice he has no scars from his ordeal, which makes me wonder if you got better at handling stars-down energy. I know it was you who planted the explosives on the salty crow. You kept knowledge of Vordok from me that has claimed dozens of innocent lives. Now you should know what I have been keeping from you. When I was healing you the first time, I didn't feel too kindly towards you in turn and decided to keep you as you are now. Your scars are your punishment left there by me purposefully. We've learned much about each other today, have we not? Yes, we have. Perhaps someday we will learn to forgive each other. I saved your life yesterday. Surely that counts for something. Angus will be staying with us here in Leviathan City. See to it he gets a building and the means to build a pub? I will find transport for Holokwin and Angus' crew out of the city. A bit of cash of their own ship should keep them quiet. Evangeline. The little herds they'll heal. Perhaps the larger scars will too over time. You and I will be close again, Benu, but not right now. Right now? I think I'd like to be alone. She walked out of the room and left Benu there. The familiar feelings of longing, bitterness and rage tearing him up inside. Evangeline meanwhile had other things to do. Get Holokwin out of Leviathan, set up a bank account for him with some of her immense wealth and put her affairs in order so she could travel to the deserts of what would become Australia to conduct a new mission. But now, most of all, she needed some time alone to think and to mourn. You have been listening to The Rogue Plague, a Leviathan Chronicles story. This episode was made possible by the generous support of our listeners. 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