Lord_Damocles

Caught in a deadly game between Gods and Demons, Angels and Devils, Izalith Snow was torn from her home and family and cast into a World of Blood and Ash. Lost in the Exalted Wheel, Izalith must lift her blade toward not just the Heavens but the Hells and all that may live in between. 

Carrying the Blade of Laevatein at her waist and a mischievous grin, Izalith journeys through the Hidden Realm of Arcadia. Unaware of the lingering eyes tainted by sin, a dark, looming smile obscured behind a veil of smoldering darkness is revealed. 

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Throne of Blood and Ash

So this is fear? Why did it feel so different… so sweet?

My heart dipped in the most pleasurable way as Zanifar pressed against his chin, lifting his head so I could gaze into his yellow eyes. No...That was a lie… I wanted to see the beautiful fire of fear blazing so elegantly.

"Shhhh. You only need to say yes or no. Now. Were you sent to kill me?"

Sweat oozing over his olive-colored skin, he shook. " No."

A lie. Interesting… This empath shit might be useful. I just somehow know when he's lying.

"Please… I'm… losing too much… blood." Pleaded the Assassin, reaching out, but Zanifar was quick as it pressed tighter against his neck, finding blood.

Black Rose