Ezekiel knew he should’ve paid better attention to his mom. If he had, finding himself in the unfathomable Abaddon might have been a little easier to deal with. Zeke might have understood what he was about to face.<br><br>Instead he’s faced with the angel Haziel at the end of a sword, stuck in an existence he doesn’t know how to navigate, heading toward a war humanity had no knowledge of.<br><br>Haziel promises to see him safely through the battlefield. Along the way Zeke finds purpose and courage, grace and depravity. At his journey’s end, will Zeke want to leave his angel behind when the time comes?

Dandelion

“Have I seen one?” Zeke asked. He knew of the black-winged Seraphs, and Haziel was a Cherubim. There were the Dominions, which had red wings, and Sandphalon was a Power. If Zeke remembered his mom’s lessons right, there were seven levels of angels. He drew a blank on the others though.


Haziel shook his head and drew his wings tight against his back. That wasn’t what Zeke expected. “Archangels are…” When his friend’s words just trailed off, Zeke’s imagination took over.


Disturbing was probably the word Haziel was looking for. Not ugly or anything, but probably so beautiful they seemed abnormal. Unnatural maybe. Outside Zeke’s experience with the universe


“They are light, given form,” Sandphalon said. Their eyes never turned toward him, instead dropping to look at the ground. Reverence colored their brassy voice. “One can see that light in their wings, radiant and burning.”


Chapter 32