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.

shimmering, silver veil was draped over the head. It did nothing to

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.

sky rumbled with thunder. I was

intruders. I shall use their blood to wash away their sins and remove

I interrupted him by clearing my throat. “Are you Lee, by any chance? I

he said in a calm tone, surprising me a bit. “Now that

Lord, though,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Just let me go,

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 smells so

the same time. Whatever liquid was in the tub was murky, and I had the sense it contained both blood

I struggled against the hemp ropes that bound me, to no avail. In the end, I tried using witchcraft, but that, too, was in

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

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