The people relaxed as Leviathian left the city.  Monsters, good or evil,
were never welcomed.  And the people began rebuilding damage.  And then
they began to scream.

One by one, people began to become ill.  Horrid, black, pus-filled
protrusions covered their armpits, and legs.  People began to hack wads
of phlegm onto the street, and the airborne virus spread.  Soon, everyone
was infected.

And then the people began to die.  And others, the healthy buried them.
Carried them to the pits, and lay them in.  And then they became sick,
spitting saliva, accidently, into another's face.  And it spread.

Within hours, most of the city was infected with the bubonic plague.
The few who weren't huddled within their homes, hoping the plague
would pass.  And the others lay in the streets, moaning, dying.

And Livouf Takar laughed, as his blood power grew.