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

Haziel followed in quiet contemplation, Zeke thought, brows pinched together and wings tight to his back. Did he regret his offer to Zeke, about his halo? It was possible something Zeke did to the other angels was on Haziel’s mind.


The sight of Peliel made Zeke perk up. As their section leader, Peliel saw to the setup and break down of their little sleep flower. Five flowers in total. A dandelion or lotus, if Zeke was feeling poetic. Ten or twelve angels to a circle, heads in the center of the circle and feet making up the petals. Zeke imagined their encampment seemed like a giant field of flowers from way up high, a rose garden with him as the only dandelion weed in the landscape.


Chapter 38