Beside: chapter 1

There is no name for what I am. No word fouled or abominable enough has ever been scraped across teeth or tongue. Ground has not been so transgressed as to when I alight upon it.
I have just crawled forth from my time of hiding. A sleep of sorts until the salt, sand and dirt vomited me out in a tearing upheaval of rock. Again I move, on the move; watching and being watched for.
I was once a great soldier; the deepest hunter. But then, through acts of the greatest treason and aggression was snared in nets seeping deceit. I cut and dug against it and passed out into a much darker light. And for it have become at once the most hunted hunter.
Vigilance is my every breath. My shield never drops and my sword is ever drawn to the ready. No army at my back and no friend at my side, I have only enemies in sight.
There is no grace for me. Beyond the most fallen, I have been cast asunder and am beside.
My story began long before your past and present. I, Bur’zkiel, proudly carried staff, shield and blade in the host of Him known as I. For time beyond time I served; loyal and true. Too true for the likes of Grazuel, who was before known as Araxiel; but is now the rogue…the betrayer.
My trust and love of once a brother blinded me to his orchestrations. I was lured by the trumpet calling for aid and flew into his trap. I found, not Gabriel, but a trick of Zagum twisting the blasphemous blare of Murmur. For the slightest of seconds, my disbelief paused my shield. The gargoyle Bar-Lgura fell down upon me. I was captured and set upon by the Upyr’s metal fangs. My defilement weakened me. As I lay writhing with the poisoner’s curse fighting inside me, I faded away from my senses over and over. Yet I could hear their bragging over me.
Grazuel sided himself with darkest of fates; Baalzephon (the captain of the beast’s guards) and Thamuz the chief of weapons. Commander of all their armies, Agaliarept, had commissioned a new super weapon, and I was the forge. For who could stand against an army of angels who had been bitten by the fang of vampire?
I had become something new. I was changed and even as I lay there I could feel the hand of grace sliding away from me. Forsaken and stolen from all that I had loved, I raged with this new strength within me. My blade flashed and my shield fell no more. I could feel the power surge and I could just as strongly feel the tearing inside me. The more I used my power to slay the enemies of Him that is called I, the more asunder I slid.
I fled.
I hid.
I clawed at the dirt and I climbed into it. Its blanket hid me for longer than I know. Now I am whole. The raging inside me knows its place and its grip I can now control. I walk your world, a soldier with no company, no home, and no world to call mine. I am hunted by everything that has ever raised munitions in this the great war of the ever. I am the thorn in the cheek of them all. For I am a creature that He, that is called I, did not create and I am the weapon that those fallen fates cannot command to aim. So every eye is watched and no back is trusted. Until I can find a future that I can claim as mine own, I shall be at war, ready with a shield thick and solid, a staff sound and a sword sharper than the dawn.
For I am Bur’zkiel, the asunder; the beside…