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

"Oiiii~," said Aurelia, gently brushing Zarils shoulder as he slept beneath the pavilion. He was sleeping more than usual despite his near-crippling insomnia. Today marked the fourth night he'd slept for nearly eight hours in a row.

"Are we dying?" Zariel muttered.

Aurelia glanced around and shook her head. "I don't think so. But it's morning. You got to wake up. We wouldn't want your muscles to Atrophy."

Zariel peeped an eye open, nearly blinding himself with the radiance of dawn. A low groan escaped his lips as he awoke to the new day. "You're getting smarter. And what by chance do you know of Atrophy."

"You've had an entire chapter dedicated to the benefits of using Atrophy to kill your enemies. In fact, the Necromancy spell you taught me uses Atrophy as a weapon." Aurelia stood to her feet, pulling the young boy up. She blushed when the winds kissed his hair, sending it into a flutter. "You're getting prettier."

Death By Association