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. ***
Eternal Flame II
"DIE!!!!" Embers of flames sprang from the edge of the sword in an arc of flames burning the air. I stilled, bounded by the arrogance ingrained in my bones. I could have dodged, could have charged in a semi-circle to carve him into dust. But as the flames of his blood or god, whatever the hell it originated from, approached. Abyssal Qi gathered around the tips of my fingers as I easily snatched the arc of flames, attempting to penetrate my qi, to no avail.
I laughed, clenching my fist so tight embers exploded in a sea of fireflies. Disdain ebbed through the silent Coliseum as I blew at the smoke around my uninjured palm.
"Pathetic…" I told him, stepping forward. "Is this the so-called Eternal Flame? What a joke. You couldn't hot tea with this bullshit flame. Eternal, my ass. More like the Retarded Flame that can't even get it up. "