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

The spacious land within the Everwoods had become stained with a dense bloodlust. Council Lord Selvin was all but glaring while Yalvo maintained a graceful smile as he approached. Arms poised behind his back, with his robes billowing into the winds. He glanced at Aerin.

Aerin revealed a warm smile. "If it's alright with you, Blood Haven doesn't mind. We care not for this test."

"The test of faith is one of perception. I don't expect a youngling like you to grasp it."

"Grandfather is throwing shade so soon? Come Give Rin some hugs."

Yalvo chuckled and opened his arm for Aerin, who leaped in. "It's been too long, little one. How's your Father?"

"Yeah. Yeah. But it's true." She moaned, rolling her eyes. Aerin snorted and took a step back.

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