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.
As hoarfrost began to build and temperatures began to plummet, seeking to reach sub-zero, Zariel's eyes glittered with a sense of understanding. The red string of killing intent was fading. Beowulf was going to flee, perhaps through the spatial door like the one he had created to arrive. If that was the case, then there was nothing he could do about that yet.
His comprehension of Ice had not come so far that it could affect other elements. He could not yet freeze time or space to ensure Spacial Manipulation was twice as hard if not impossible. If Beowulf wanted to flee, there was nothing he could do.
The hairs on the back of Zariels neck stirred when he saw the shattering of runic symbols ignite into power.
"Gravity Bind!" Beowulf intoned as gravity weaved its omnipresent web around him faster than he could intercept. Pain lanced down his spine as several tons of weight nearly tore him from the skies.