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

Everything around him was vivid, a painful brightness, too much after so long with the muted double light and red. Odd to see a mishmash of color everywhere. The headache crept up and settled, cat-loaf perfect, right behind his left eye.


His stomach roiled with hunger. His beautiful apples were probably rotten mush after this long. Everything in his fridge too, probably.


People gave him a wide birth, Zeke noticed about halfway back to his apartment, in the same way they walked around roughhousing teenagers. Covered in grit and his dirt red clothes, he wasn’t surprised. He felt like hell, it stood to reason he looked like it.


Chapter 57