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.

me. It is all my fault. I shouldn't have let the intruders desecrate this place with their presence

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

I shall use their blood to

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 me a bit. "Now that you've awoken, accept your baptism and wash away the filth

though," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Just let me

not one to waste my time on pointless things," Lee chuckled before picking up what looked to be a dipper. He shuffled over to a nearby tub and scooped its contents, holding it up to his face and taking a big whiff.

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

Lee bastard do to

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 the artery vein in my neck. The

I felt like choking, like my blood was flowing backwards through my

easy to scare you. It makes things so much easier

"Take your filthy paws off me!