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

The angel urged him on, toward the stilted, macabre demons around them. Most didn’t seem to notice them at all. A blessing, Zeke hoped. Haziel was practically glued to his back, a tumble of words streamed past his ears. Maybe more magic than a blessing made the demons ignore them.


They couldn’t move fast through the enemy. Zeke ducked and dodged around the great, hulking abominations as Haziel directed with taps to his shoulders. Another demon seemed to see them at the same time Zeke tried to get around it. It screamed in rage from its a blood-soaked cavern of a mouth, the noise like concrete and car meeting at high speed, and charged faster than its rotund mass should be able to move.


Haziel stepped in front of Zeke. His sword glittered as he spun it in a half-circle at the thing’s misshapen face. Black liquid sprayed in the air.


Chapter 51