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

“I understand,” Haziel smiled, trembling at the corners. “We must do this though.”


Stomach and heart both in his feet, Zeke nodded. The lump in his throat had gotten too big to even talk around. Chances were, even if he had convinced Haziel to let him stay, now that the Creator had seen him, They were probably going to send him away no matter what.


Haziel stepped aside and looked up as Zeke raised his eyes to the being on the dais. The Creator seemed like a stone statue still, though the choir put lie to the assumption. “Are you ready, human?”


Somehow, Zeke managed to squash the prickly feeling. “Yes.” Though he hated it. Everything about this was shit. This moment would feature in his nightmares for the rest of his life and Zeke didn’t doubt it at all.


Chapter 56