In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

"Hell is a place,a time,a consciousness, in which there is no love"-Richard Bach I guard the gates of hell. Not Cerberus. Well he did until I killed that three headed dog while trying to get revenge on the god of the Underworld himself for killing the women I love. So what happens when the women I love is back again. Alive,walking with the people from the twenty-first century. Will I leave the underworld and leave it unprotected so anyone can come in and out for a girl I would give anything to have back in my arms?