After ten minutes of being released from his prison, Ziel found himself on the battlefield already, a home away from home to his eyes. The screaming, the begging, the agony of it all. Those poor souls whom took part in the battle were slaughtered in a matter of mere seconds, Ziel swung his blade left watching blasts erupt from the ground and the spraying of blood stain the floor, anouther swing to the left as chains burst forth for the sins of pain. Ziel watched as the chains slowly crushed the bones of the men who were caught their blood and toil would be heard from miles around.<br/><br/>"For your sin's..." Ziel's tone was emotionless and sounding like that of a Angel of Justice, but he was nothing of the sort. As many of the Heavenly host he had slain so easily he could never understand a Angel or thier ways, however he did know suffering and pain, as such he would deliver his own justice upon these men who came to die for thier country and kingdoms. The battle field scortched by the flames of Ziel. Nothing but ruin and destruction awaited those to arrive on the scene, his Hellishly large and freightening wings tucked neatly behind his back as he looked to the side. Behind him stood nine monsterouse pillars, barbe wire held in placce on the corpses that decorated such a pillar, the generals and leutenants stood as a monument as well as a warning to those who would fight at all and not give everything to defend what they beleive in. "Pathetic excuses of existance..." Ziel hardly warmed up and yet the battlefield that once carried over eight hundred now fell silent.<br/><br/>"Rest...." With that last word Ziel streched forth his dragon-like wings, and blasted off into the night sky. His aura was like a blazing fire, causing his surroundings, even in mid-air to warm up. "What shall I do now..." With the priests soul at hand, due to the contracts completion he swollowed the essence whole without a second thought, and glided across the night sky either for shelter or something that is worth his time.