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.

place with their presence and

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

anger! I will make sure to punish the intruders. I shall use their blood to wash away

so... odd." Lee's head whipped around. His mask looked particularly terrifying in this slant of light. "You're awake," he said in a calm tone, surprising me a bit. "Now that you've awoken, accept your baptism and wash away the filth from

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

before picking up what looked to be a dipper. He shuffled over to a nearby tub

also emitted the putrid smell of rotting vegetables. "Release me this instant, or I promise you, you won't live to see another day! struggled against the hemp ropes that bound me,

damn Lee bastard

be quiet. 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

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

small, amused laugh. "It's so easy to scare you. It makes things so

I felt. "Take your filthy paws off me! Don't you dare touch me again, you bastard. Scare me? Ha! I never