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

Zariel was silent, measuring the Warrden, who sought death even in his final moments. He'd been the same way—worse. He almost wanted to sneer at the softness of it all. Time. What was the endless tide of time before the torment of the Hells? The destitute of awakening to a new sort of torment. Death was a mercy he had never been granted. At least in death, there was silence. There was peace…. If even it were an illusion.

He sighed, forcing his eyes away. He sauntered past the Warrden up the flight of stairs.

Aurelia trailed behind him, her eyes locked on his slight figure. 'That look is back,' she thought, ' the same one he had when we first crossed paths.' A smile tugged at her lips as she reached out, gently nudging his arm. "What's on your mind?" she asked.

A Kingdom of Ruin