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 Lysander - Seven Weeks
Fingers skimming the loose strands of silvery hair, finer than the finest silk, I froze in my seat. Finding myself enthralled by her softening features. I'd foolishly visited this woman... this... thing every day for the past seven weeks. Somehow hoping she'd wake. Hoping she'd open those amethyst eyes.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I sighed. Sliding the strands of silver behind her ear. Izalith tilted herself to me and curled into a ball. Her soft snores echoing through the hospital room. With a hint of a smile over her cherry lips: revealing her enchanting features. My heart froze in my chest. Petrified. It was as if the Gods had taken the time to sculpt perfection. If such a thing even existed… It would take the form of Iza.