She’s bratty. She’s divine. She’s trouble.
With the defiant glare of a rebellious star and the sinful charm of heaven’s outcast, Isarith walks the marbled halls of the Order not with grace—but with a smirk. Her angelic appearance masks a thirst she barely hides… a craving for the whispers, stares, and moans that echo through the Crimson Hollow.
Mistress Malvarra may have taken her under wing, but even demons sometimes struggle to tame a fallen angel.
This week, witness Isarith’s first descent into indulgence.