Return of the Silver Devil
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.
Morningstar I
In his hand, the Blade of Dawn, Morningstar dulled, yielding its majestic luster to an obsidian black. Zariel was not entertained, returning the blade to Aurelia's side, observing how it blazed like the rising of dawn.
He was of half the mind to believe the blade was mocking him. It wouldn't have been an odd phenomenon. Throughout the Twelve Realms, there existed numerous Arcane Armaments that possessed spirits that allowed them to communicate with their Masters.
And Morningstar happened to be just one.
"What are the chances I Soul Bond with being someone that has a connection with the Hells? Days after I escaped? Someone is running a game on me." He concluded, pouring himself a drink within his manor. "What a fucking laugh."
The burn emanating within his chest ran to his mind, obscuring mental stimulation. He didn't want to think tonight. The wounds he sustained had been restored, but the fatigue he acclimated was heavy.