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

"Wake up! Wake Up! WAKE UP!!!!!!"

"I swear I'm going to kill someone." I moaned, peaking my eyes to the earliest dawn that came too fast to enjoy the beauty of the night. I rose as the rainfall of my silvery hair blocked my vision; a weary yawn echoed like a thunderous roar from my lips. "Dear god, I'm tired. It's the crack of dawn. Why am I up?"

"Heavens End, Silly. You need to strengthen your meridians." Lily said, allowing me to recall my request a few weeks back.

The act of Cultivation has always been a strange phenomenon that made me somewhat enamored. That was especially true for those of various bloodlines. The way Ether acted was interesting since it mirrored a fingerprint, in my opinion. Everyone held a unique Ether frequency. A fact that Vita acknowledged.

Heavens End I