Chapter 119: _Beyond Any Witch Or Werewolf
(Warning: Graphic Scenes and Violence Ahead)
Marcellus’ POV
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He walked into the large church, his arms behind his back at first until he used his right hand to make the sign of the cross when he scanned his gaze around.
He didn’t waste any time trying to blend in and sat at a seat at the back beside an elderly woman who glanced at him with a suspicious expression on her wrinkled face.
"Hi." He waved at the old woman but she didn’t seem to appreciate that as she tore her gaze away from him and focused her gaze on the church altar up ahead.
How rude!
Marcellus scoffed silently, shaking his head with a small smirk on his face as he folded his arms in front of his chest while watching the church proceedings unfold.
Marcellus had lost faith in the moon goddess ages ago and on top of that, he still couldn’t understand the humans and their plethora of beliefs.
The churches and all their denominations were ones he never bothered wrapping his head around, so he watched their activities with disinterest as he waited for the funeral service to begin.
Finally, the coffin was brought into the church, and Marcellus observed as the people began crying and wailing ’uncontrollably’. Most were unrealistic.