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 already up when First Light touched the horizon. He stood in the mirror, taking in his pale complexion. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way. 'Was it after I was released after Yarvel Oltimor tormented me?' he wondered. He'd gotten really sick that night when the knight tore off the hooks that had pierced his shoulders and tossed him onto the Earth, left to rot. "The rest sure is a blur…"

Without much strength, he took a seat on a nearby settee, outstretching his body so that he lay on his side.

"You look like shit," said the teasing voice of Mephisto.

Zariel didn't have the strength to ask why he was there. Not that he could imagine Mephisto giving a straight response. He didn't appear to be one to give simple responses.

"Ice Latte? What? Just because I'm some great evil doesn't mean I can't enjoy simple things like coffee." The Fallen smiled, taken in that look of surprise Zariel held. "Do you like Boba?"

A New Beginning