Lord_Damocles

Torn from his friends and family after the brutal death of his Mother, a Young Zariel is tossed into the Nine Hells for the Sin of Existing. Viciously tormented by the Lords of Hell, he escapes with the help of the Weave. Broken and Defeated by Hell's torment, he awakens in a foreign world within the Realm of Aether, lost and alone.

Destined to be the Eternal Villain, Zariel arms himself against Gods and Demons and the Heros of Myth and Legends: King Arthur and his Holy Sword,  Excalibur. Sigfried and his Demonic Blade, Gram and Beowulf, and his Devil. 

Zariel sets out on a journey toward the Eternal Heavens and the Nine Hells, unsure of what awaits him.

Return of the Silver Devil

The drum of the rain against the dorms had been something of a harsh shower rattling against the windows. It was a rather pleasant sound, lulling Aurelia into the embrace of night. She was snoring, somehow sprawled out in a bed that was not her own, drooling on someone else's pillow.

"Yet again…" said Zariel, his arms pressed tightly to his chest. It had been nearly three months since he last slept. Yet the thought of sleep had never been more unappealing than it was now. "She is in my bed drooling away." he shuddered, counting this the twelfth time this month alone.

Perhaps it had been her fear of abandonment, but Aurelia enjoyed spending the night beside Zariel. And despite Transfiguring a room and bed for her to stay in, Aurelia had chosen his bed.

"At this rate, I'll have to burn the bed," he yawned, rubbing his eyes. "And here I was thinking of finally going to sleep. I guess this is a sign I need to keep researching augmentation. Here we go again."

Beowulf [End of Book 1]