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.

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 a

the intruders desecrate this place with their presence and destroy the joy that

sooner had he finished saying this than the sky rumbled with thunder. I was creeped out despite myself, and I felt

shall use their blood to wash

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 deity

tone, surprising me a bit. “Now that you’ve awoken, accept your baptism and wash away the filth from your body. Only then

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

waste my time on pointless things,” Lee chuckled before picking up what looked to be a dipper. He shuffled over to a

time. Whatever liquid was in the tub was murky, and I had the sense it contained both blood and mud in it. It also emitted

live to see another day!” I struggled against the hemp ropes that bound me, to no avail. In the end, I tried using witchcraft, but that, too, was 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

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