Torn from his friends and family after the brutal death of his Mother, a Young Zariel is tossed into the Nine Hells for the Sin of Existing. Viciously tormented by the Lords of Hell, he escapes with the help of the Weave. Broken and Defeated by Hell's torment, he awakens in a foreign world within the Realm of Aether, lost and alone. Destined to be the Eternal Villain, Zariel arms himself against Gods and Demons and the Heros of Myth and Legends: King Arthur and his Holy Sword, Excalibur. Sigfried and his Demonic Blade, Gram and Beowulf, and his Devil. Zariel sets out on a journey toward the Eternal Heavens and the Nine Hells, unsure of what awaits him.
"I don't understand," Aurelia mentioned, tilting her head curiously to the side, surrounded by her fellow first years. She spotted the Shard Blades attached to their hip. "You want to challenge me? All of you?"
The sun had barely begun to crest the horizon outside her dorm, gathering a small crowd of onlookers.
"I am challenging you," said Juron, a young Lording from the Kingdom of Solaris, sliding a strait edge rapier from out of its leather scabbard. Its blue tinge edge glistened beneath the early morning rays. Its cross guard was an intricate array of metal entwining into a sort of shell around the handle.
Aurelia scratched at her cheek, a little uncertain by the sudden emergence of men, her eyes sliding towards the ground where multiple wrappers lay.
"Were you waiting on me all night?"
"What of it?" Juron snapped. " Do you accept or not?"