So Beelzebub is comfortable with platonic affection. Excellent! Prometheus is a big fan of shoulder pats and bro hugs. He grins. "Lead the way, friend. Lucifer filled you in on the fact that I'm a Titan, I hope. I don't know how much overlap that has with the Titans from your universe, but I'm betting there's a lot of similarity."
The skill to bind armor to a wearer's size is a necessary one where Prometheus is from, but only Hephaestus has retained that knowledge. The other Titans who still exist either stay their full size or don't need armor in the first place.
The little numel trundles Beelzebub. "Nu," he says in a tired, friendly sort of way. "Hephie is always on the verge of a nap," Prometheus tells the angel, "But his endurance is exemplary. And he can shoot fire out of his mouth." At Beelzebub's comment, the Titan laughs loudly, clearly delighted. "Yours, too? He's one of my favorite cousins, but getting him to smile is like pulling teeth from the Nemean lion."
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The skill to bind armor to a wearer's size is a necessary one where Prometheus is from, but only Hephaestus has retained that knowledge. The other Titans who still exist either stay their full size or don't need armor in the first place.
The little numel trundles Beelzebub. "Nu," he says in a tired, friendly sort of way. "Hephie is always on the verge of a nap," Prometheus tells the angel, "But his endurance is exemplary. And he can shoot fire out of his mouth." At Beelzebub's comment, the Titan laughs loudly, clearly delighted. "Yours, too? He's one of my favorite cousins, but getting him to smile is like pulling teeth from the Nemean lion."