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.

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

me. It is all my fault. I shouldn’t have let the intruders desecrate this place with their presence and destroy the joy that

I

make sure to punish the intruders. I shall use their blood to wash away their sins and remove their taint

to hear any more of his disturbing litany, so I interrupted him by clearing my throat. “Are you Lee, by any chance? I didn’t expect you to be so pious. But the

“You’re awake,” he said in a calm tone, surprising me a bit.

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

am 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. Ah,

disgusted, yet scared at the same time. Whatever liquid was in the tub was murky, and I had the sense it contained both blood and mud in it. It also

witchcraft, but that, too, was in vain. I reached d*eep inside me, but it felt like all of my black witch powers had

my Lord, you will only bear great suffering “ 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

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