The Fledgling Pox Brewer

3rd POV—

The streets of Tynoros were bustling with commerce and trade, vendors of all kinds could be seen amongst the sides of the streets. Crowds of men, women and children of all shapes and sizes littered the walkways.

The highest of the highs in Tynoros had a secret saying. "Life is good, The gods are good, but we can be better."

A saying that will come to bit them in the ass.

"FOR YOUR ARROGANCE AGAINST THE GODS, I CONDEMN YOU ALL TO GREAT INFECTIONISM!!"

A voice of dread and despair reverberates through the bodies of all the citizens of Tynoros. As they look up to find the voice all they find are a swarm of flies that were onec a face now darting down at high speeds. The children run off first, feeling scared and helpless. Mothers and Fathers chase after their kids, while the others all terrified sprint towards their homes and safe places. Children are trampled to death by hordes of scared mortals, while mothers and fathers unlucky enough to catch up to their fleeing children watch.

That incites a primal rage in most of these people, fighting breaks out, over by a stall, a father begins his assault on a man who killed his child, here by the fountains, a group of scorned mothers tear into a mans skin to punish him for hurting their kids.

Due to the upgraded anger and emotional inducements, any form of anger is amplified to a huge degree, while fear, and despair rack the victims brain, slowly turning into unfathomable and unjustified anger at anything and everything.

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Athena POV

'Total chaos.'

In a manner of minutes the fledgling pox brewer had turned a once bellowing and bustling utopia of excess into a raging and frothing city of pure carnage. Truly spectacular, that a god of only 4 years old.

"How did he make this illness, Apollo?"

Zeus asks my brother, does he not know he could've asked me? Anyway my brother begins to answer.

"…he mixed an African fly with a sand fly. Both known for carrying infections, the African ones carry the 'Sleeping Sickness' while the sand flies carry 'leishmaniasis', mixed them together to create a original disease."

"Hmmmm, Athena, what do you think the illness does?"

I see Apollo roll his eyes, most likely thinking how he could've also answered this question also.

"As we can see, it most likely heightens the emotional state of the infected to a enormous degree. Most likely the smallest of inconvenience's would push the infected into a murder frenzy. After a while, the infected while most likely fall into a deep sleep like state while their body decays and ulcers form on their skin.

Because of the heightened state of rage, adrenaline comes into play. Infected may gain a sort of strength and speed boost because of adrenaline, that would also come with a pain ignorance maybe even not feeling pain whatsoever."

The gathered gods eyes slightly widen at my words. For a first time user of his abilities on a massive scale, he is impressive at only 4 years old.

"This child…is he yours brother..is that why he interests you?" Poseidon asks

Obviously not, you dolt.

"No…he is Hades's child…I want this boy on Olympus, give him his own quarters and plague pit, whatever he needs just get it."

Zeus usually paranoid offers the godling a place upon Olympus? A child of Hades as well? Ohhh, I see he thinks because of his young age he will be perceptible to Zeus's words and become loyal to him and Olympus. However he underestimates the boy, no dunder head could create such a illness at only 4, this child….is truly special.

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Maegor POV

It works…good!

It would've been embarrassing if I failed so hard, I might just throw myself off mount Olympus like Kratos.

The affects of the illness work beautifully. After the initial rage stage, enters the sleep stage. The infected will enter a sleep similar to sleep of clickers from 'The Last of Us'. Welp thats another idea for a disease.

Anyway, the infected will enter a sleep, whether laying down, sitting or standing up. Anything that wakes them up will be charged by a superpowered, rage filled, ulcer covered person screaming at the top of their lungs for the perpetrators death, the screaming will cause any other sleeping infected to wake up and charge also. I've made it so the infected are one-track killing machines that will hung you down go the ends of the earth until the disturber or the infected die, with infinite stamina and pain immunity, my little pox-walkers are terrifying.

(They charge like 'World War Z' zombies, so full on track sprint speeds.)