Lyra Stevens and Draziel Asheron—a mortal woman and the immortal demon god of the underworld—were never meant to be. Yet, they defied the laws of existence, forging a love so powerful it bound them to an unbreakable, merciless cycle. Every time they found happiness, Lyra died before her thirty-first birthday, only to be reborn with the memories of all her past lives. And each time, Draziel had to find her all over again.
But after her 176th death, Draziel could bear it no longer. In a desperate bid to end their suffering, he struck a deal with his ruthless brother and sworn enemy, Zarek Asheron—the very being responsible for Lyra’s countless deaths. The terms were simple: Lyra would never die again… in exchange for Draziel’s life.
Unwilling to let fate steal her love, Lyra did the unthinkable—she stole Draziel’s power and hurled herself into the past, determined to rewrite their destiny. But the past is not as she remembers. Trapped in an era where Draziel has never met her, she must make him fall in love with her all over again while unraveling the truth behind Zarek’s twisted schemes.
With time running out and dark forces conspiring to keep them apart, Lyra faces the impossible: saving the man she loves, changing a doomed fate, and surviving a past where she was never meant to exist.
But the universe has never been kind to them. And this time, it might be too late.

I left the parallel realm for the real world. The parallel realm could keep me safe and hidden, but it can't sufficiently sustain me. Unlike the real world, there was no water and food here—and like every human, I had to eat and drink something.


I grabbed my stomach, muffling its growl for food as I strolled down the stone street, through the hustle and bustle of a medieval market, through the noises of haggling customers, eager sellers, and ringing bells, and through the assortment of smells that made my stomach churn more.


I paused before the group of low benches and tables of the open chicken soup restaurant. I salivated, my eyes touring over the chicken soup bowls of the diners, as the pleasant aroma stung my nostrils.


Chapter 55 - Chicken Soup