<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Ziel..." </span>He lifted his head, his vision blured and his body wasnt positioned so it was laying on the floor.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Ziel..." </span>Again a voice echoed around the area that he resided in at the moment,<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Ziel..." </span>His vision slowly returned to find darkness, a moist area and croocked brick layering behind him and around him.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Ziel please awake, we require your assistance"</span>blood stained the floor, a pact? To wake him up?<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Please Zeil"</span>his arms and legs were bound by chains, chains of the Holy, pathetic.<br/><br/>He merely ripped them away like peices of tissue paper and stood on the moist ground, his ebony hair shimmered even in the darkness, his dark yellow left eye slowly opened fully to find several humans standing before him, "A castle dungeon?" He thought to himself,<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Ziel we need your aid, a war has begun in the East and we are unprotected."</span>He saw the physique of the man and the way he dressed to be that of a preist, "So even a Holy man will turn to the darkness at his most desperate times, to save himself?" This thought played with his mind however, a smile curled across his lips as he streched his body out. It's been years since he was last walking the Earth, he rememebered the past clearly the slaughter of werewolves and vampires alike, even Angels and holy beings who interphered in the warfare that had been at hand, as well as the take over of several fully armored and defended strong holds however his freightening might still over came them.<br/><br/>"You want my help?" He walked foward as his giant dragon-like wings slowly opened up, putting preasure on the bricked walls as they pushed hard against the bounderies that hindered his wings to fully span out, smoke seeped from the ends of the wings with darkness and shadow vapors beginning to take hold and cross the grounds he stood on, soon enough the ground was covered in a layer of black smoke.<span style="color: #80BFFF">"We do..."</span>He still had the smile pasted to his mouth, too long had it been since he fed on a soul. "As you desire..." And with that sentimence, he smashed from the ground and blasted through the dungeons roof, exploding upwards through five other floors before smashing out of the Church's roof, he he landed softley and stood upon the now tattered roof brushing his right hand through his black hair. His eye fixed upon the horizon as his patched eye merely stared, through darkness completly over took it his insignia could sence the life forces near by. "Over eight hundred in total..." The grasslands was where the battlefield took place, the ruby blood stained the ground but that didnt hinder the warriors footing to get at each others throats. a laughter escaped Ziel's lips at the action he was about to get in. "It's been a while since there was a slaughter..."