Most people cower away in disgust at the mention of an illness, or breakdown at the diagnosis of a disease. I never understood the point, because I relish in the sickness. I find beauty in the spread of viruses, so much so that I can't just keep it all to myself. I have to share.
I can't remember the last time someone was grateful for my gift. And I guess I shouldn't be very surprised. Not many people enjoy the idea of their body self-destructing from the inside. But it sure is fun to watch.
The once bright and energetic soul becomes so weak they can barely stand; turns so dark that the light at the end of the tunnel is almost nonexistent. They slowly lose all hope until they are practically begging Death to come. It is so amusing to watch the life drain out of them, knowing I was the one who caused all that pain and suffering.
Did you know that most of the world epidemics happen all on there own? Well, mostly (I might help it get started). Just a slight push and the disease spreads everywhere. Some people just don't know when to get help. A good example is small pox. God, that was such a fun time. Of course, some outbreaks needed a little bit more of a jumpstart (Think Black Plague).
Something that really peeves me off is when people get cured. Humans shouldn't have been able to figure out how to rid a body of a deadly, fatal disease. The key thing about the disease is that IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE FATAL. Sorry. It just really annoying when things don't go my way. Don't even get me started on the whole polio issue.
But luckily, thank god, there are enough types of diseases to keep me entertained for several more millennia. I'm just not sure what I'd do if something took my precious diseases away from me.