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

Buried deep in the documents to get this building finalized, I couldn't help but smile as I looked out of the window overlooking the beautiful city of Blackpool.

Starting a business in Crimson Ward was not cheap, and since no one knew who I was, I had to pay out of pocket instead of on credit, setting me back quite a bit.

And being new to the city didn't help. It just ensured no one took me seriously.  How could they? I was still a fifteen-year-old kid. An empyrean who hadn't even broken out of Mystic Page.

"Sir?' Mika suddenly called after a few knocks. "Someone is looking for you."

"A badass," a foreign voice uttered, drawing my attention.

"Hey! I told you to wait in the lobby!' Mika snapped with a dark grimace, seeing the door kicked open "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Vesyrn Snow - Two Brothers