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.

forgive me. It is all my fault. I shouldn't have let the intruders desecrate this place with their presence and destroy the joy that we built. I offer myself

than the sky rumbled with thunder. I was creeped out despite myself, and I felt a chill race down

punish the intruders. I shall use their blood to wash away their sins

expect you to be so pious. But the deity you worshiped looks 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

your Lord, though," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Just

a dipper. He shuffled over to a nearby tub and scooped its contents, holding it up to

yet scared at the same time. Whatever liquid was in the tub was murky, and I had the sense it contained both blood and mud in it. It also emitted the putrid smell of rotting vegetables. "Release me this instant, or I promise you, you won't live to

damn Lee

It was eerie. He reached out and dragged his long, black nails along the line of my shoulder, and then

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

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

the loathing I felt. "Take your filthy paws off me! Don't you dare touch me again, you bastard. Scare me? Ha! I never feared a thing in my