"Rael? What is he doing here?"
At once, her eyes flickered and her lips shivered, but in the next moment, it was replaced by a frown on her face, "What's the meaning of this, demon?"
"What does it look like, Angel of Light?" Beelzebub let out a scoff.
"Despicable. How dare you involve weaklings in our battle? Where is your sense of honor?" Her blue eyes filled with hatred and her angry voice filled the surroundings. "Leave the mortal, alone." As she stretched the broadsword and pointed at the demon, divine energy formed a layer over its blade.
Beelzebub shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry, can't do it. Our battle was disadvantageous to me. There is no question of honor, here. It is all about survival. Now, if you and your master don't back away, I shall kill this boy."
"Heed to my call, Number 9…"