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.
At dawn, Genny stumbled upon the duo sound asleep under the gazebo. The sight of Aurelia's head leaning against Zariel's abdomen filled her with warmth; she practically melted at the sight. Rarely did they ever appear like normal children who ran around without worry or fear.
Genny couldn't explain it, but at times, there was a hint of desperation in their actions—a certain urgency in their sparring, a hidden tension in their conversations—that neither of them seemed to be aware of. Genny had always been a bit more sensitive towards emotions, quick to pick up on these subtle cues, and often called it her superpower.
'They must have been up all night,' Genny thought, having grown accustomed to Aurelia waking at first light. She squatted down, studying the little girl's sleeping face, and grinned. Silently marveling at how pretty she had grown this past year.