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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.

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As much as Zariel Had tried to hide it, he still felt uncomfortable after nearly a week. The matter of the kiss kept returning to his dreams whenever he meditated. At first, he suspected it was Aurelia. Every fiber of his being told him as such, yet the Weave could not find anything. It was a strange matter. 

Aurelia seemed as carefree as ever, enjoying her time, singing and dancing whenever they went out for an hour or to get something to eat. She had quite a few partners. Men who were not nearly as handsome as he was, much less as powerful. Of course, he wasn't jealous. How could he be? He was Zariel Snow, The Silver Devil. Not to mention, he didn't like dancing. God forbid singing. At least not openly. And most of all, he wasn't jealous.