Grell had arrived in India. To be precise, Bengal, India, is the kingdom's capital. This would be a bit of a pain. But worth it as it would save some lives that could affect the future of this world and may help him when needed. Nothing was out of the ordinary until he felt the ripples of divine and demonic energy Clashing near the edge of the capital, thankfully near underpopulated areas. Still, with a quick scan, Grell realized why he was there. The Future Monarch of India was near there, and if it weren't for him sitting on the throne further, there would be utter consequences for the whole world. Hurry toward the battle that was his by the supernatural as a disaster class weather phenomenon so the mundane would not get close. Grell had to hurry. The heir to India was unconscious and seemed not to be moving. If one of the attacks from either the goddess Kali or the Demon Raktabija hit him, he would die before he woke. It would take a few more long paces before he got there, but he would make it to erect a shield and then deal with the battle between the goddess and the Demon. A few more steps. Yes, he had finally arrived just in time to erect a shield so that an attack would not hit the heir. If he had been late, he would have had to rewind time which was exhausting work and caused some issues. Grell made his way to the battle with the shield protecting India's heir. (Not good at combat senses. Just imagine a demon getting its ass handed to him by an enraged goddess). Grell spread out his aura, which would be considered terrifying to many enough for them to wet their pants. It got the Goddess Kali and the Demon Raktabija's attention.
"Who are you, a man who releases an aura on par with one of the eldest entities?" Asked Kali.
"Yes, I agree with the Goddess," said the Demon.
Grell was not surprised at the oppressive aura that they had tried to use to intimidate them. Death was daunting, but as his master, he had more immunity to things like this.
"I am of no importance, but if you wish to know who I am, I will allow it,"
"Who are you to deny this Goddess knowledge,"
"Yes, who are you to deny a greater demon such as myself,"
This was getting on Grell's last nerve; he knew that Death could feel his rage when he unleashed it. Death understood he was slow to anger. And He knew that this would happen at some point after the last time. He didn't think it would take this long. Blackness enveloped him in thick mist. Once the fog cleared, his hair turned black-red, his clothes turned into an all-black suit, black dress shoes and the original death scythe in his hands. His glasses returned to his face black instead of red, and he added chains with small white skulls decorating them.
"My reaper Name is Grell Sutcliff my mortal name was once Harry Potter. I'm known by most but also by none. I'm known as Master of Death and Father to many demons, angels and gods,"
The Goddess and Demon trembled at the power exuded. They recognize many of those names, and their knees buckled under the influence.
"What could a great being such as yourself be doing here,"
"My servant told me that your battle will cause problems in the future and sent me as I was not very busy and had some free time,"
"What would have happened?"
"Your battle would have cost many lives, including the Heir of India's Monarchy, and that would not have been a good thing as it would have upset the correct timeline,"
"So Chronos asked Death to send his Master to deal with it,"
"Yes, he did, as my plans were not going to come into play for a while,"
"So what now,"
"Well, you are getting one of my infamous lectures," Grell grinning with all his teeth.
Kali and Raktabija shuddered; they had heard of the lectures others had gotten.
Xxx4 hours later xxxx
Kali and Raktabija were pale and severely desensitized.
"Well, it seems I'm done here. I'll take the heir back to the palace,"
"Then we will leave. I hope we meet again,"
"As do I,"
"Then see you soon," said Grell nodding and heading toward the heir.