No More Chasing the Heartless High Acolyte

Summary

I was reborn into a fantastical saga, tasked with a singular, chilling quest: to conquer the heart of Alistair Valerius, the Cold-Hearted High Acolyte. He was cruel, indifferent, utterly devoid of warmth, and utterly unapproachable. He killed me nine times.

The first time, he flayed me alive, my skin meticulously stitched into a grotesque patchwork cloak for his own twisted rituals.

The second, he ripped open my womb, fashioning my unformed child’s tiny skull into a chalice for his dark rites.