Hearing the cries of his congregation as their bodies boiled up from the insides and morphed into demons, the king spared of the same fate, rushed through the secret tunnels under the colosseum connected directly to a random room inside his castle. But even as he passed in the safety of the guards, he could hear them groaning out in agony.
"UGHHHH!" One of the guards grunted out loud, and jumped his companions, trying to lead the king to safety.
With the element of surprise in his hands, he tore off through the helmet with ease and began bashing his head into the other guard until it was grounded to minced meat. The king, having witnessed all of it, wanted nothing more than to get away from any and all affected by the aggravating effects of the curse.