"May God forgive you child, but I'm sure he won't. You'll be sent to hell like the rest of them!" Those were his final words before being thrown over to the Restless. They grabbed at him immediately the man,not even having time to react to the actions. They readily ripped at his skin and bit into it, taking it off and eating it in their mouths. The man screamed once he realized what was really going on and fought against an impossible war. The Restless covered him, his body disappearing behind the group, a wall of bodies if one will."What do you think your doing man?!" One of the officers yelled at Vincent watching as he threw the priest to the ravaging beasts. "Have you lost your mind?!" Gunfire was still in the background from the other three officers, the fourth one talking to Vincent and grabbing him by the shoulders. In the pit of Restless that surrounded the priest, they began to twitch and then from their mouths oozed a silver liquid that coated the body of the priest in all the parts of him that had been bitten off. The liquid seeped into the skin, the skin discoloring to the same color as the liquid. What was left of his skin and muscle, began to stretch and and change. His bone structure elongated, if only slightly, and the skin moved with it in a creepy manner as though it were alive. What was left of his eyes sunk in and any hair he had fell off. The liquid seeped into his eyes and they began to glow the blue as all the others. The muscles in his jaw and cheeks stretched giving him a slack mouth, open for the world to like any other Restless. He had become one of them. (There is soft vore in this rp, but I haven't found a proper way to introduce it yet with Violet being a slight exception.)<br/><br/>Keleon stood quiet, blood coming from the top of his skull. he laid on the floor, not looking too good. "Yo man...that really freaking hurt." He didn't look like he could move, and his body looked to be pretty broken. "Fuck man.I might actually have to use that orb shit." He spewed blood from his mouth. His hand reached into his robe searching for it breathing heavily. The Saint hit the door hard, almost breaking it, but since it hadn't used it's legs, the barricade had withheld. Still, it was only a matter of time now before the Restless crawled through or the Saint broke down the door.