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.
'Beowulf, my Beowulf,' the unnamed woman lulled beside her companion. Her voice was like the sweetest honey, the softest kiss, melting the hearts of mortal understanding. She kissed his cheek, stained by the luscious red. "Why do you cry?"
Around him, Beowulf looked down at the skewed remains of man and woman mountain upon a cross. Impalaed by several spears, their bodies were lined with multiple lacerations, so deep, pristine white bones presented themselves.
"It's happening again," said Beowulf softly.
"This was the deal," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck, drawing in his scent. He smelt of soot. "Slay the parents of Dean to regain your previous physique."
"They were innocent," replied Beowulf.