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.
Heart of Rebellion
In the silence of the medical ward, as Zariel lay wrapped in thick gauze and several casts around his legs and hip, a faint voice pierced the silence.
"He fell…" Aurelia said with arguable suspicion. "His face is swollen."
"Slipped right on his nose," Lupin shamelessly said.
Aurelia blinked. "He's at the Third Stage of Body Refinement."
"...it was a lot of stairs…"
"But Dumb-Dumb can fly; how's it possible he… Ah! Did you beat him up!"
"You're right. She is cute." Vaan said, staring. "She is way too good for that bastard."
Cheeks flaring, Aurelia glared daggers into the two men. Zariel hated to sleep. Hated the dreams that held him by the reins, drowning him in torment. It had been a little over five years since he last closed his eyes to sleep, thanks to the Stigma of The Black Heavens. Now, he was cold to the touch, his body trembling with each breath he took.