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.
"What do you think he's doing?" Aurelia asked Cenn. She would have asked Tiamat, but the moment she saw Arsene, she was gone. She swore all the woman did was have sex.
Cenn shrugged as the campfire cracked, spewing embers into the skies, illuminating the shadows of the seas. Zariel stood by the shore, studying the ebb and flow of the waters. Sometimes, he stared at the stars, then the moon, absorbed in something.
"Is he doing that again?" Arsene's voice reached out from the darkness, causing a sudden chill to race up Aurelia's skin. She so hated being snuck up on. "He often did that when he was small. Sup. I'm… oh, your Cenn."
Aurelia tried looking for Tiamat, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"She'll be here soon," Arsene remarked. He certainly sounded proud. "I'm sure you'll understand if Zariel is half the man I am."
Aurelia flicked him off. "With the way he's behaving, I doubt that'll happen in ten years. H-has he mentioned anything."