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

Surrounded by seas of flames coloring this beautiful night in an oasis of despair. My gaze swept over the battlefield, towards the young men carved into pieces, to the dozen knights battling with all they had to stop the demons, to the waning yalvo falling short as he rested on one knee. His beard and face scorched beyond recognition, but his aura was still strong, still mighty. And yet death awaited him.

As for Aerin? She was gone. The moment the battle broke out, she had vanished. Was she part of this? No… Yalvo was related to her. That can't be, right? Something either happened to her, or she was waiting to strike. Either way, she isn't here.

"Have you noticed?" Lily suddenly chimed in. "The demons you killed. None of them registered in your system, did they."

Startled, a sliver of bloodlust faded from my gaze as I paused midstep. "Your right! How?"

Life and Death I