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

Seated in place, watching the hidden guards of Crimson Edge leave all at once, I pounced into action. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, I landed upon the abandoned roof of Crimson Edge and made for the door.

Narrowing my eyes, I whipped Laevatein from its cage and transformed it into a mass of liquid, slowly sliding into the keyhole to create a skeleton key. I stepped in. Making sure to leave a Sleeping Flask hidden behind the door. Just to be safe.

If there is a security system I wasn't aware of, those guards will be heading in hard with the intent to kill. I got to assume they'll slam the door open, shattering the Sleeping Flash… At least, I hope.

The sounds from outside were still thunderously loud, filled with theories and worries of all kinds. Ensuring some anonymity.

There was no one inside at this moment. Last night. Crimson Edge had closed around midnight, and it was an hour past.

Zero Step II