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.
The Flame
Moonlight kissed the side of Aurelia's cheek, casting dancing shadows across half her face and hair. Something predatory shone through those eyes as she pounced to her feet.
She seemed even more beautiful beneath the moon as she did in the dawn. Zariel tried to smile but found that he couldn't. He was proud of the girl. The manipulation needed a bit of work, but it had done the trick. He was trapped. And it was worth it.
He eyed her suspiciously. "What did you have in mind?"
"If I tell you now, you'd surely run," she assured him, sliding forward like a queen to war. He almost thought she was when she stopped inches from him. A little too close than he preferred. She smelt of lavender.
"No domain. And you must keep your eyes closed."