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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 · Fantasía
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142 Chs

Free the Cage!

Gulping down a mouthful of blood, I stabbed Zanifar into the ground, trying my best to support myself as I looked at the dozen bodies surrounding me. I swallowed a few recovery balms and smiled as my chest hammered away. 

"Looks like we got them all." Vesryn calmly said without a drop of blood on him.

"What? Your staring?" 

Vesryn shook his head. " You lost control." 

"Oh? I felt like I was in perfect control. No, I felt like I had more control than ever before." I rescinded. And it was true. Whatever happened granted me something I didn't even think I could grasp. It was as if I had entered a trance. 

Clenching my fingers as tightly as I could around Zanifar and Laevatein, I shuttered, still feeling my string being struck in the most pleasurable manner. It was intoxicating.