Chapter 65
The flickering flame was the only light that illuminated the presence in the shadows in the inner sanctum of the somber church, where not even sunlight could reach.
The echoes of the chanting filled the place. But the repeated rumbling chanting has something more than the severity of the scripture, its like a slimy, writhing worm--
"Ahh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
It was the sound of a woman's charming voice.
Furthermore, the voice belongs to a girl who still retains some youthful innocence.
The torch flicked.
The girl was on a circular platform. Her age was most likely that of a teenager. Her long blonde hair was fluttering, her lips opened, and her voice was an unrestrained groan.
The platform on which she lay was an altar of sanctuary.
Surrounding the girl was a group of people in black robes, sitting on the floor and chanting verses. They could see every inch of the girl's beauty.