Mark of the Beast
The mark of the beast.Eyes of crimson ruby. A perpetual snarl cast in bronze—a countenance as much of an angel's as that of a devil's.With trembling fingers, Isaria reached out…
The Emperor’s Peace
He drifted on a vermilion sea, formless. Above, diamonds of starlight sparkled against a black satin sky. His consciousness had no memory of his body, he was merely a shadow…