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. ***
Crowe Morningstar - Damn!
"Booty~ Booty~ I'm~going~ to~get~that~booty~"
"What the fuck are you singing?" Vesryn snapped with a peculiar eye.
"Are you hating? It's all about the hoes, my friend. What is your body count? You being Uncle Arsene's son, I'm sure you've gotten your dick wet a dozen or so times. What's your body count?"
Striding towards the adventures guild, I glanced at Ves, who revealed a perplexed gleam. " Body count? What does that have to do with hoes? I've killed over one hundred and—"
"Wow. That is not what I meant." I hastily cut in. " God damn. And don't tell anyone that shit. That's not even close to what I meant."
"Really? It's a small number. Father kill count is—"
"Is insane. I already know. Same with your mother. But body count usually means sexual partners. Like that woman you were working with." I explained, a little surprised by his mild kill count. I'm only in the nineties.