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. ***
Rage of the Eternal Flame I
Being Amilia New was strange. Everyone was genuinely nice. Even those I knew who held disdain in their eyes would open the door for me. Some even pretended to smile when our eyes met. It was all such a bazaar thing. And it made me realize just how someone could be polite but not kind.
And in some way, I acted the same.
Nevertheless, none of my teachers gave me much trouble. When I told them, I was bedridden. Although, I did have to rupture a few meridians with my Abyssal Qi to give the illusion of me being somewhat cripple. And judging by the looks of pity some of the teachers were giving me, I knew they'd figured I hadn't been lying.