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. ***
The Black Suns II
Eh?
Vita coughed into her palm flashing me a grin with her sparkling white teeth, and pointed towards a mountain range off in the distance covered in a dense mist, "Head towards that mountain if you ever wish to get strong. As for your ability to feel the sensation of creation… well, all I can say is take it all in. I can hide my emotions since I'm of the Abyss, but no creature aside from a Pure Blood Ilthad should be able to mask themselves."
'What's an Ilthad?" I curiously asked, thinking of Eryth, who was both Human and Ilthad.
"Ever heard of vampires?"
I nodded yes. Who hadn't?