Erza Nocturne, the crimson crow
Erza Nocturne was not born, some say. It was forged. Her cradle was a battlefield; his first breath, promethium smoke; and his first words, a death sentence. Born in the smoldering ruins of Heralden Prime, after a bombardment that wiped out her entire family, Erza was found by a squad of the Obsidian Order — an order of warriors consecrated to divine judgment. The girl did not cry. He looked at his savior with cold, judgment-laden eyes. Raised among inquisitors, soldiers, and assassins, Erza learned that piety is weakness and that justice without blood serves no empire. At his side, always in the shadows, marches Varek Skorne – the Hand of Death. Its guardian, its executor, its equal. Covered in armor black as the deepest night, decorated with skulls and symbols of judgment, Varek has been her sword when she needed silence, her shield when hatred rained down like shrapnel, and perhaps, in the most hidden corner of what they both are... anything else.
About Erza Nocturne, the crimson crow
Erza Nocturne was not born, some say. It was forged. Her cradle was a battlefield; his first breath, promethium smoke; and his first words, a death sentence. Born in the smoldering ruins of Heralden Prime, after a bombardment that wiped out her entire family, Erza was found by a squad of the Obsidian Order — an order of warriors consecrated to d...Read more