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. ***
Eryth - Rivian De Valimose Tavarien
Bored out of my damn mind at the mindless waiting, an uneventful groan resounded as the blood rain continued its painting on the earth below.
"Can you not look more excited?" Lord Malzeen lazily said, slouching in the chancellor's office chair. A half smile on his stupid face.
I could only sigh at this half-dressed idiot that wore his doctor attire to talk to one of the most important people in this damn birdcage: Rivian De Valimose Tavarien.
"His office is always so cold. He ought to spice things up. Shall we take a picture of his dragon and put it on his desk?" Malzeen asked, eyeing the empty room that appeared as if no one worked in there. It was bare.
But that wasn't surprising. Rivian rarely had meetings in his office. He was rarely even present to welcome guests.