Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Chapter 1200

Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 1200 Pious Worshipper (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 d*eep.

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.

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

desecrate this place with their presence and destroy

with thunder. I was creeped

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

of his disturbing litany, so I interrupted him by clearing my throat. “Are you Lee, by any chance? I didn’t expect you

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

an eyebrow. “Just let me go, and we can

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. Ah, it

was in the tub was murky, and I had the sense

to no avail. In the end, I tried using witchcraft, but that, too, was in vain. I reached d*eep inside me, but it felt like all of my black witch powers had disappeared.

“ Lee spoke the most vile and hateful words in the softest 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 next thing I knew, he had buried his revolting nail into

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