Gliding through the air, but nothing of interest to see, he finds himself back on the finished battle, standing on the middle pillar out of the nine, his wings streched afar as he knelt ontop of the structure. His black sword was well known and the name given Wrath suited it perfectly, also known as Anon-Sune (Black Wings) the very blood that stains this blade was that of a Arch-Angel that fell before him in one of many great battles, and though it's fate was tied to that of Ziel it hunger was unquenchable. It was also Ziel's job to protect and guard over such a sword. "Be silent...." Ziel asked in a calming manor to his sword, though the rain began to fall in his area the flames that engulfed the battlefield still burn brightly. Like that of a beacon calling out towards the darkness, the many spears, swords and arrows that filled the corpses was sometihng of a revelation to Ziel and for that he slew them all, even though it was his contract he never expected to learn something from it.<br/><br/>"I suppose I should rest here for the night..." Looking out to his surroundings, it was a grassy plain, though now stained with blood it was something of beauty to his dark yellow eyes. His wings fluttered slightly fanning the flames of ruin across the fields, releasing a gentle sigh he lowered his head, stabbing Wrath into the central pillar and keeping a tight grasp of the blade, Ziel slowly fell into slumber, though a demon it was hard to recognise what sort of demo he was. But he never cared for such things, he allowed the past slaughter be his dream. The rain continued to fall but his flames never died, not even flinched from the touch of water....Not once.