Zeke
I know enough. I'm the original prototype after all. He cracked his neck and stretched, grinning wildly at her. His words were utterly insane, in fact just talking about that was insane in the first place. But it made sense. After all, before God created anything, there was nothing. Whatever Zeke was, it predated concepts such as heaven or hell.
Whatever connection he had to it, it must have been why her grace throbbed so much back when they both went all out.
Hmm... it smells familiar too... oh, don't tell me! Did you steal it from that old stickler? Hmmmm... He scratched his head and looked away, trying to remember. It was almost comical, he looked like he was full of openings and his guard was as low as it got.
Ma... Ma... Mael! That's right! He paused. When he glanced back at Aruna, his grin was as wild as the worst of demons. It was a cruel grin. You killed him like a dog, didn'tcha?