A banshee’s cry was a warning that signaled the imminent death of a loved one. Danae had cried and wailed for the passing of millions of souls over her lifetime. It was her sacred duty and her one true purpose for existence, but all she wanted right now was some chamomile tea and a throat lozenge. Danae’s once beautiful voice was now strained and raspy where it had once resonated with an angelic timbre. She was true to her purpose though and hopeful for an eventual respite. After all, she thought, how many people could there be in the world?
Author’s Note: Seriously, all that screaming? That can’t be good for the throat.