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 howled as his wing split, sword dropped to the dirt as his lover spasmed. Blood gushed, wide as a river, with Paimon baring its teeth as it tried to twist the wing off the rest of the way. The demon turned and Zeke darted forward, his sword at the ready. Hilt in both fists, Zeke drove it through Paimon’s back at the waist. It screamed, knees buckling. It dropped to all fours in the dirt, finally letting go of Haziel’s mangled limb.


Zeke stepped back as his angel stalked toward him. Agony etched deep furrows in Haziel’s face, but there was a hard line of rage, too. He yanked the sword out of Paimon with a screech, spun the hilt in his hand so the flat of the blade flashed in the light. Haziel drew it high above his head, point down at the injured enemy.


Black glittered for the second Haziel held it aloft, then he plunged it down, straight through the base of Paimon’s neck. The demon slumped in an instant, its spine severed.


Chapter 52