The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

I opened my eyes in a daze, only to find myself in a dark room. What little sunlight that filtered into the space came through the skylight above my head.

I shook my head and blinked several times. When I finally came to my senses, I realized to my horror that I was in my underwear. Worse still, I was tied to a cross.

Then I heard a murmur. Someone was chanting a prayer, his voice low and deep.

I looked over in the direction of the sound and saw a werewolf on his knees. He wore a black robe and a skull mask, and he was praying diligently as though he was confessing his sins.

And the idol he was confessing to was neither the Moon Goddess or... or any god that I could recognize, really. It looked hideous. Even from a distance, I could tell that it was a demon, a fiend.

The statue was made of black stone, and a shimmering, silver veil was draped over the head. It did nothing to hide its features, though. Its visage was distorted in awkward angles, its limbs dislocated. It was straight out of a nightmare.

this place with their presence and

with thunder. I was creeped out despite myself, and I felt a chill race

intruders. I shall use their blood to wash away their sins and remove

so pious. But the deity you worshiped looks so... odd." Lee's head whipped around. His mask looked particularly terrifying

want to talk to your Lord, though," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Just let me go, and we

to be a dipper. He shuffled over to a

you won't live

that damn Lee

If you disturb my Lord, you will only bear great suffering." Lee spoke the most vile. and hateful words in the softest e voice. It was eerie. He reached out and dragged his long, black nails along the line of my shoulder, and then up to

like choking, like my blood was flowing backwards through my veins and back into my heart. I

amused laugh. "It's so easy to scare you. It

out, glaring at him with all the loathing I felt. "Take your filthy paws off me! Don't you dare touch me again, you bastard. Scare me?