#pestilence good omens

Some “domestic” Pest and Polly

“Imagine this, Chalky. In perhaps a few hundred years these psalms will reach millions of ears. My blood boils with excitment with the thought.”

“That’s just your boils talking. And where would you even get the chance to bore people with those, old man? No one is looking forward to hearing songs about death and disease during these times.”

“You underestimate me quite a lot. Besides, I won’t be around for much long anyway, it will eventually go away as well. It won’t be any fun simply winning in one move. I want to see the empires fall little by little.”

“So you want to continue Conquest’s job? Don’t shoot too high up into the sky, Copia.”

“I’m not. I have it all planned out. Once I cut my hair, I’m sailing out to Sweden to join this church.”

Won’t you run out of victims if you’re laying dormant in a church?“

"No need for concern. I’m never out of victims, Chalky. Go to sleep. I need to fix this last verse…”