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

Swarmed with more pills and resources than I could ever use, Lily activated the System storage and sucked everything up in a vortex.

"Nope, It is I, Iza, who is the Great One!"

Almost envisioning Lily with teary eyes as she moaned, I scratched my cheek with a grin and giggled away. " Oh, come on, Lily. Father made you help me, right? It's your duty."

"Your Father modified me. It was you who made me." She replied, grunting to herself as I laughed. " I—"

Shaken by the horrific explosion that shook the building, bringing down a rain of debris over my head, I hurried out of the cellar and raced outside to the blistering streets.

"Terrorist! They must be Terrorists!" Someone in the crowd howled. Pointing towards the emerald flames glistering under the twin moons. Beautiful as they come, embers of ash swallowed the night.

Villainess