Kapnos, the horse, is one of many horses that serve the fallen as companions. Their story is desperately sad and full of joy in a way or kindness. Many of the angels had left their steeds in Chaos but Beelzebub couldn't be without his. If Prometheus ever approached one he would find a near human mind within them though speech was difficult without someone telepathic.

The warthogs all run up to the new creature, snorting and snuffling at it. Beelzebub had raised them since piglets and treated them like dogs, they acted like dogs to the extent a pig could.

"That should please my brother, or sister if he's still in that form. His wine will be ready for them soon enough." Beelzebub wouldn't have thought one way or the other about a shift in size. "He told me you were looking to commission armor."

The chance to make a traditional or classic set, more like the angels wore, had an appeal that he couldn't help but smile about.