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.
The measure of mixed frustration and anger Zariel felt the day he opened his eyes was beyond words as he awoke sprawled out over the bed. While Aurelia lay on his stomach, her mouth opened, allowing drool to pool over his tunic. Her scent was very much present and embedded into his clothing.
It was a very pleasant smell, but such things did not seem to register in Zariel's mind as he attempted to fling the little thing away with Astral Force. When he stopped, realizing he was in his room within Trinity. Understanding soon trickled in but faded as he came to a realization that made him even angrier.
"You have your own room! Why the hell did I waste all that time preparing your room if you're just going to sleep in my bed?" He sighed, or rather groaned, pushing off the bed, a little amazed he didn't throw up. "I guess I've gotten used to it. Lucky me."