All Chapters of The Temple of Hera Eats My Fiancés: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“You filthy heretic! I can’t believe they’re still keeping you alive! If it were me, I would’ve burned you to ash by now!”My new fiancé, Valen, lunged at me like a madman. He pinned me to the ground.His fingers were iron clamps around my neck.I struggled, but I was no match for a trained knight.“Valen, murder will damn you to the abyss!”“Killing filth like you is clearing a path for the gods!”He ignored me. He drove his knee hard into my stomach.A sharp pain exploded in my gut. All the fight went out of me.My breath grew shallow. I could feel the cold shadow of death.Valen finally let go. Before he left, he kicked me twice with his iron-shod boots.“Killing you would only stain my sword,” he said, looking down at me. “May the gods purify your filth.”He turned and walked down the steps without a second glance.He was the tenth one.I’m thirty. Ten long years.Every man who promised to marry me, every knight who swore to break this city’s superstitions, turned into my execution

“Stop wasting the capital’s resources. You’re not worth it!”Celia’s words fell.The investigator glanced at me.“Be glad the Royal Law stays my hand,” he said, his voice lethal. “Don’t dirty our ears with your lies again.”The portal closed.They were gone.Kael walked over to me.He glanced at my broken right leg.He raised his hand.An invisible force seized the back of my neck and lifted me into the air.He threw me into the manor’s abandoned dungeon.The heavy iron door slammed shut. Darkness swallowed me.A horrifying chewing sound came from the corner.The ghouls. They kept ghouls down here.For three days, I lay in the damp rot.The ghouls’ sharp claws tore at my arms.I beat them back with broken stones from the floor.To survive, I had to eat the scraps of rotten meat they left behind.Ghoul rot seeped into my blood.My skin festered, weeping yellow-green pus.The fever blurred the line between reality and nightmare.I wasn't the daughter of a High Priest anymore. I was a mon

No miracle came. Of course not.The moment the Investigator stepped out of the forbidden sanctuary, the righteousness on his face was gone.He looked at me like I was a pile of rotting filth."Drop the inquiry," he said. I reached for him. He kicked my hand away. "Drag this irredeemable degenerate away. Don't let her filth touch the laws of the Capital."I knew then. I was utterly abandoned.As soon as my wounds healed, I started to act.I pretended to be mad.I had to get out of this city-state. It was my only way to survive.In two weeks, I used wild magic to burn the altar curtains. I shattered the defensive wards of a dozen acolytes.I set fires in the city at night. I ran through the streets. Screaming.The clergy couldn't take it anymore. They signed a petition. They forced Kael to send me away.To the Lethe Monastery. A place for insane heretics.Kael agreed.The transport carriage sped through the night.I spit out the iron shard I had hidden under my tongue. It had been tearin

"Stay with me," Orion said. He grabbed my wrist and pushed open the heavy wooden door.A thunderstorm raged outside. It covered the sound of our escape.Orion had played the madman for a decade.He knew every blind spot in the patrols.We pressed ourselves against the cold stone walls. We dodged the beams of the watcher-crystals.He bent a rusty iron gate open with his bare hands.Thorns scraped my face. I didn't feel it.We jumped into the muddy moat and swam for our lives.Somehow, we made it. We escaped the living tomb.Two bodies, covered in mud. We collapsed into an abandoned tavern on the border.A cold wind blew through the broken windows.Orion’s hands trembled. He activated the memory stone.Light flared across the dark wall.The truth was laid bare.There was my father. High Priest Kael. He was stepping over bodies as he packed bleeding 'Vice Crystals' into crates. The other priests were laughing like ghouls.The final scene was clear. Kael was using black magic. He was graft