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 III
I had always known Crowe had been a cruel man. I'd always known he'd killed before, but the way he shattered the minds of everyone I pointed out was affiliated with the Eternal Flame with his Astral Swords had been something he'd done without the slightest hint of remorse had left me proud to call him my brother.
It wasn't every day I got to see him in action. And to see him so strong made me somewhat annoyed by his battle prowess that damn near rival my own.
"Good job," I said, patting his head.
Crowe rolled his eyes, "I'm not a dog, you know."
Through [Gravitational Sensory], my cheeks flared at the lack of foes before I sighed indecently at the useless men this damn school was cultivating. First years or not, they could at least put up a fight.
"Should we go get something to eat?"