Broodmother - The Plague Widow

<p>London breathed uneasily.</p><p>The city's gas lamps coughed light through curtains of soot and fog their glass chimneys streaked with grime. Iron wheels groaned along the cobbled streets where coal-smoke hung low mixing with the stench of horse dung and the sour tang of the river. Steam hissed from cracked pipes below the pavements lifting manhole covers with little bursts of metallic sighs. The city was alive with iron lungs and rusting arteries its underbelly whispering like some slumbering beast. London sleeps uneasily beneath a blanket of fog and soot but the streets are no longer safe. Beneath the cobblestones in the twisting arteries of the old city something stirs. Forgotten by society abandoned by life itself a wandering woman once claimed by plague has been reborn. The serum that made Hyde and the Rat King did not vanish it lingered seeping into the shadows carrying with it a corruption older and hungrier than either monster.</p><p>She is the Broodmother the Plague Widow a creature both human and horror carrying within her womb a tide of suffering and pestilence. Wherever she moves disease and mutation follow. Her whispering voice echoes through the tunnels like a mournful lullaby calling to those who would wander too far too long. Her children malformed and ravenous scuttle through the sewers through the forgotten drains through every dark corner London would rather forget.</p><p>Now William Thorne and Izabell Wren survivors of the inferno that ended Hyde and the Rat King must face what they once thought destroyed. The serum has a new heir. And it hungers.</p><p>London is not yet finished with its nightmares.</p><p></p><p> </p>