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" God rest ye. God rest ye. God rest ye. God rest ye. GOD REST YE!"
"Hold Him down!"
The priests strapped the old man down on his bed.
Ever since he was rescued by those knights, he was in a catatonic state, attacking what he saw.
When they put him in a cell, so that they could isolate him from other people, he bit down on his fingers to the bone and started to draw pictures on the walls, made from his blood, muttering that song without stopping.
To stop him from killing himself, they strapped him onto a bed, with leather strips.
" MERRY MAN! MERRY MAN! GOD REST YE MERRY GENTLEMEN!"
" He is biting his thong! Sedate him now!"
Bamm!
Sick of the noise, one of the shortest tempered infirmaries punched him in the jaw, knocking him unconscious.
" There, now strap him and put a cloth into his mouth! He might bite his thing off!"
Once they were sure that he wouldn't harm himself anymore, the doctors left him alone, some shaking from the experience.
"What could have caused this to happen?"
A man in bright golden armor looked at the poor man.
As he pondered, a doctor approached him, holding onto a clipboard.
" We checked the priest's body as you ordered. Any wound which may have resulted during his torture has been healed, and we cannot tell what was done to him. For now, we put him on another batch of strong sedatives, and keep mon-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Their conversation was interrupted by the screams coming from multiple cells at the same time.
"What is happening?! "
The knight looked around, shocked and scared by the noises built. The doctor seemed unfazed by it.
"Your holiness, please be at ease. As I have already reported it to the higher-ups, this is a daily occurrence now, amongst newly infected by God's Hand who were treated with several potions and other medicines. They will soon start singing, then things become quiet."
"
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Amongst the heartless monsters, you surround yourself with,
Feeding off the pain and misfortune of others,
A maniacal breed of sub-human parasites,
Thrown into a feeding frenzy at the smell of fresh blood,
Open your eyes and see the creatures for what they are,
A swirling mess of hatred and envy,
Don't be naive enough to think you're unaffected,
The conversion has already begun.
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When the chorus ended, a heavy silence fell upon the knight, as if a beast was looking at him.
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