Luca's smile turned chilling as he said,
"What if someone everyone trusted, someone whose job was to heal came to you to treat your rash?"
"He tells you you it was contagious, dangerous even. He applies a 'medicine' that would feel itchy and strange, then wrapped it tightly in bandages."
"He then tells you not to remove the bandages, no matter what, or the infection would spread."
He let the silence stretch.
"Do any of you remember something like that happening?"
Silence.
Then Nyx's voice cut through in horrific realisation.
"I remember."
Everyone turned to look at her. Her face was pale, her eyes burning with fury.
"A long time ago, while my father was still alive, everyone suddenly got this rash all over our bodies. It itched. It burned. And Julius went around healing everyone."
