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.
"It's good. It's willy-willy good!" Said Aurelia, stuffing her face like she'd been deprived of food all her life. She hadn't wanted to admit it, but it was the best thing she'd ever eaten. Nothing could compare. Picking up her head from her empty bowl, she gave Zariel a look, begging him to give her his.
He ignored it.
"Who taught you how to cook?" she asked him.
"I don't remember," he said, suddenly silent. He took a seat on his bed, lost in thought, before adding, "What do you plan to do? Will you leave Trinity?"
"Would you let me?" Aurelia asked in a downcast manner.
"Have I ever stopped you from doing anything?" He glanced her way, curious why she had thought so. "However, I recommend we stay. It has the highest density of Arcana, and—"
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Be alright being a pawn? They're just using us."