Grell returned to the area where he had left the future Monarch of India. It took a few minutes, and he had to change his clothes. He didn't want to scare the man that would be ill-advised. He may have a heart attack. (His clothes change back into the ones he wore when he first came returned in time). The destruction on his way to the Heir was nothing too major. The rebuilding would take a while, but the newest Monarch could fix the mess. It would be labelled as a freak storm every fifty or so years. There was the young Monarch, luckily alive and with no physical injuries, maybe some short-lasting trama.
"Young Maharaja, wake up; you need to be properly coronated and bring order to the soon-to-be chaos,"
"Ugh, uh mm," the sounds came from the unconscious Monarch.
"Ah, your coming around is good,"
"Who are you?" said the Monarch as he roused.
"Well, I suppose you can call me Soma,"
"Oh, what happened,"
"A storm that happens every fifty years around this time; it normally isn't this bad,"
"Wait, how do you know that,"
"I'm older than I appear,"
"Yea, right that's impossible,"
"No, if I told you the cause of the storm, you would call it impossible,"
"Alright, lay it on me,"
"A Goddess and a Demon decided that India was a good place to hold a battle,"
The Monarch pale entirely.
"How come our country isn't wiped off the map,"
"Death thankful sent me to make sure that nothing like that happened,"
"You take orders from the entity known as Death,"
"More like Death asked a favour of me, and I saw that this could cause quite a mess that I would have to help fix, and it would be impossible to deal with the consequences,"
"Wait, okay you got me. I can't keep up with the shock,"
"Oh yes, the human mind has a hard time comprehending the supernatural unless they have a contract with one,"
"You're not human!"
"No, this appearance is much easier to blend in my identity, confidential,"
"Ah, so the name you have given is an alias,"
"Yes, I have several with the many trips through time I take and the different realms or worlds I visit,"
"Okay, information overload too much,"
"If you wish not to remember of this, I can seal your memories, and you'll only remember that a man named Soma rescued you from the rumble,"
"That would work,"
"You'll wake up in your chambers only aware that I took you back to the palace,"
"You have my consent,"
"Then it shall be,"
In a flash, the Monarch was gone, along with sealing his memories. And the Monarch's consent was essitinal .
"With that taken care of, I just need to plant the memory of myself delivering the monarch to the palace,"