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.
"I needn't remind you that you are to keep your identity a secret," Zero's voice echoed through the holograph.
On his bed, peering through the window of Trinity's Airship, Arsene sighed and scratched the back of his head.
"You dick! Is that even possible? Zariel probably knows it's me. He's got the Weave back, right?"
"Yes, and I'm sure he's aware of what you are, just not who you are. Let nature take its course."
"Nature is so overrated. Do I look like I go around fucking trees?"
"If the world tree had a cunt, you would definitely try."
Arsene had the grace to blush. "Damn. You think of me like that?"
Zero gave him a long, blank stare before disconnecting. He'd said what he had to; anymore, it would only serve to bolster Arsene's ego.