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.
He found her in the garden spinning and dancing to the sound of her voice, shadowed by a cauldron the size of ten men. She hopped up on a ladder, tossing a hedge of Yarrow, Wraitsbane, and Yin Root, singing, " Sugar~ Spice~ and every— Hiya Zariel! Whatcha doing back so early?" Landing on both feet, she sprinted to him, throwing her arms around him, and pointed at her concoction. "Wanna take a bath with Aurelia?"
Zariel could not imagine how many Alchemists must be turning in their graves. Aurelia had a rather unique way of refining what she wanted instead of creating a potion balm or a pill. She instead choosed to bathe herself in her concoction. Oddly enough, Zariel found that there was no significant difference between her unusual technique and a traditional one.
"What is it?" he questioned, hesitating to ask, glancing at the unusual golden flames heating the cauldron. Seraphine, he knew.