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

As he took the time to watch the assembled, wondering why he was there at all, Haziel spoke up next to him. “I cannot, Phaneul. Another duty has taken precedence. I thank you for the honor.”


Zeke was surprised when a wry twist came to Phaneul’s otherwise placid face. More choir sang loud. The feathers around him fluffed and inched a little higher around Zeke. “I have given my promise.”


“What’s going on?” Zeke nudged an elbow into Haziel’s ribs, a light touch. He wanted to avoid Phaneul’s notice if possible. Those galaxy eyes turned on him and Zeke shrank back into the raised curve of Haziel’s wing. The limb was too strong to shove out of the way, which meant running from the Archangel was out of the picture, but it did hide him a little bit.


“Archangel Phaneul offered me a section to command. I have refused.” Haziel said as though it wasn’t a big deal. That was huge for soldiers though, Zeke knew that.


Chapter 42