The Messiah's Bed by H_Kverse at Inkitt

Summary

In The Messiah's Bed, a cathedral city the size of a country, the sky has not been silent for one year, three months, and eleven days. The Burnxulth came as a whisper. Through the water. Through the air. Through the orange light at dawn. It taught the infected they were clerics. It taught them the uninfected were the Faallenz, and the Faallenz must be filleted to be saved. Two hundred prisoners were taken to St. Litrey's Embrace for the Incurable, locked in glass Flasks, and broken into something that could not be infected. Something that could burn the Burnxulth back. They were called Feathers. One hundred and twenty died screaming. Eighty still hum in the dark of an asylum no one is alive to remember. When Oarheth opens his eyes, he does not know his name. He does not know the year. He does not know that the thing dragging itself down the corridor outside his Flask is screaming his old life back at him in the language of a god he cannot remember worshipping. He knows three things. He is the eighty-first. The cross is waiting. And somewhere in the silence of the world... Voss is watching.