"Yes, Phenex told me about that. That wasn't strange for you at all? Being so much older than them, I mean." Prometheus is genuinely curious; he can't think of anything like happening like that where he's from, except perhaps Eros being reborn as Aphrodite's son.

He follows Beezlebub inside, the numel shuffling along behind him, and takes a moment to admire the craftmanship of the house. How curious to see Christian decor in the residence of a fallen angel. "Wine, please," he says cheerfully. "Although I'm sure your brandy is just as good."

Hephaestus plods over to the fluffy cat. Beelzebub said he could nap with the cats, so maybe he meant this one?