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 stayed in the parallel realm for what seemed like a day. And I knew I had to leave soon. I couldn't stay in the realm for eternity just because Zarek and Draziel were hunting the human world for me. Just like Lira said, I have to earn some money to afford to survive.


I portaled from the parallel realm, landing immediately in the tailor's—Alfred's place. Just like Lira had proposed, bounty hunting seemed like the best available option for me. And I couldn't do that dressed, in her words, "like a princess."


I looked down at my flowing red silk gown and the carefully embroidered fur linings, and I shook my head. She wasn't really wrong. I indeed needed a change of wardrobe. There was no way I could run or fight in such a gown that made me look like I was from some medieval aristocracy.


Chapter 57 - Alfred