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Throne of Blood and Ash

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. ***

Lord_Damocles · Fantasy
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142 Chs

Ouroboros

Ensuring every last drop was gobbled up, my good doggy looked at me with such large hopeful eyes. I gave doggy Tanz head pats. Promising I'd reward her with Boom-Boom we find when we go on a long walk. I nodded with fire in my eyes. Tanz is such a special doggy. She needs all the head pats. 

A/N: This is so messed up. 

"Eryth!" I shouted, stepping into a spacious tent when a peculiar incense tickled my nose. The scent was soft and mellow, like lilies. With each breath I took, my meridians swelled as my Abyssal Qi grew active. Jumping in celebration. 

Locked in the lotus position in the tent's center, Eryth sat with a bare chest that showed case one of the most chiseled physiques I'd ever seen. It was as if each muscle was tempered to perfection, leaving no room for imperfection. Each muscle told a story. Each scar across his chest and shoulder showed history. 

"Izalith." He said in a low voice, lifting his head to me.