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

“Thank you,” he croaked out. There was an understanding squeeze to his shoulder as she pulled away from him too.


“I will thank you by the end of this battle, I have no doubt. For now, off with you. Sandphalon must be wondering why you are taking so long.” She flapped both her hands at him.


Zeke laughed around the sticky burn in his throat and almost skipped out of the tent. His heart was light. There was nothing he loved better than helping people. Melkharadonin had given him the chance to do exactly that.


Sandphalon exuded an impatient air as Zeke came up to them. With a smile, Zeke held out his arms to take another load for the next tent. This was an easy job to do, setting up for the wounded. While he hoped there weren’t many, Zeke was also a realist. He knew some angels were going to be hurt by the demons they were about to fight. Fighting?


Chapter 34