Role

Chapter 1

Why walk the straight and narrow when it all belongs to you?

Delizakhan was the daughter of a zealot a man who's hunger for power was only
satiated by the pursuit of knowledge and his God Rillan. The only matter of
worth that Delizakhan father gave her was her love for the Lord who sustains
her and a knack for law and structure. He was not a man of much warmth but
Deliza preferred it that way. What he did not give in love he granted in skill
and knowledge.

He taught her the art of tact.

How to exude presence in any space.

Psychological warfare.

And when all else fails-

Poison.

With her cunning and the right dosage.

Her father let her know that she had all the necessary tools to become
anything she wished.

Initially she likened herself to a politcian. A Magistrate and public
defender.

But the more she interpreted the law- and climbed the latter of Elite Scholar.

The more she realized her needs did not align. Sometimes justice required more
then a sentencing or swift death. Sometimes it required suffering. With the
amount of dragon saliva and crimson flower a paste could be created that if
rubbed within ones wounds-
Could create agony that would even make vengeance blush.