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

"She's good." I couldn't help but admit taking in the slaughter from within my office. It wasn't every day one could see two people commit a slaughter to this degree. She's ruthless. And her skill with the blade was exquisite. She is still using the basics, yet it's, without a doubt, remarkable.

"Marquess!" Sorian spat. " How can you be so calm? We are being attacked on all fronts! We could be kicked out of Blackpool! Causing the Kingdom to lose a delegate. Izalith needs to —"

"It was that very ignorant idea that caused us to suffer!" I snapped, raising my tone. "What are we, commoners? Where is your class? Where is the nobility that allowed us to stand by our King's side? Do not disappoint me, Sorian."

"Marquess." I coldly corrected, allowing a layer of frost to cover the office with my intent alone. "We might be family, but don't mistake our roles. Now, my bastard. What is wrong with him?"

Rufus Redmane - Ruthless