The Happiest Smile: Grizelda

A sword was tossed from above and it cut through Beldrith's blast — saving Drake.

"Who dares?", Beldrith raised his face to watch an angel with three pairs of wings and a golden helmet descend through the hole in the ceiling. 

It was Michael, but he knew better than to set foot on demon soil. He'd only interfered since the seal had been broken and Vggladilsia still needed a ruler to keep it in check.

His eyes looked down at Drake who would end up being a problem if he decided to go on a rampage. But his orders thousands of years ago were to allow one primordial demon to rule the demon realm in order to keep things in check.

Beldrith sent a blast of magic towards Michael whose attention seemed to be divided but Michael's sword moved on its own to slice through the blast without any verbal command.