The heavy armor that Eligor had seen forming when Sargatanas first arrived at the Black Dome was fully congealed upon his body, armor so similar to that from Above, painfully white and strangely reflective. But the demon’s protection was not yet complete. Another layer, a mail of glyphs, was beginning to emerge as tiny, growing embers.
	“I will do what I must to gain the Throne’s acceptance. I will show the demons of Hell that they can be forgiven, that they can, if they choose, go back.”
	Beelzebub nodded slowly as if in resignation and then Eligor saw a sudden torrent of glyphs pour forth from the figure of flies with such force that Sargatanas was lifted and driven backward, his fanlike wings clawing at the air. Eligor saw his lord flinching and grimacing and could only think that it had been sublime madness for the Demon Major to presume that he could confront the Prince. His were powers unthinkable to demons.
	Ever so slowly under the stress of the relentless onslaught, Sargatanas’ glyph-mail finally came together. Hundreds of the protective glyphs merged across his entire body to cover him in a continuous interwoven blanket, a blanket deflected the majority of the lethal projectiles. And equally slowly the demon descended, flaming sword outstretched, until he was nearly within arm’s reach of the Fly.
-God’s Demon (page 507)