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

Hastily shaking my head about to say something, a familiar arm tapped against my shoulder as Vesryn showed himself with a contentious expression, causing me to frown.

"Problem?" I whispered as he led me into a secluded zone away from wondering eyes.

"I just got a report." He said softly, pulling out a strange-looking metal cube carrying a sci-fi, alien tech bullshit design. "Bad news for you."

"I'll be the judge of that," I replied with a smile.

Vesryn grimaced and sighed, "A Lordling family just published an article about you. Butcher of Blood Haven." My eyes went wide, and Vesryn continued with a deepening frown. "The article details an inquisitor butchering mercenaries out of sheer bloodlust."

"The title of Inquisitor is your shield Iza. If you lose it. You'll be more fucked than Cece."

Enemy Number One