Apparently the ignorance Deimos exuded was stupefying: he didn’t even know how much ineptitude pervaded from his figure. He tilted his head, cautiously curious, listening to the distinct tones of alteration, personalities blending and melding together, and even that was unknown to him: a part of the channels of unfamiliarity. While the warrior could say the same about his mind, a maneuvering, Machiavellian specimen, constantly brandishing a hold on soldier, warlord methods or calculating, treacherous outliers, he’d yet to stumble upon creation. Deimos’ main role had always been death; to bludgeon, to destroy, to tear down ramparts, to howl into the midnight air, to strike and assault until the enemy was defeated, crushed beneath the weight of his blows.
This time, however, his bewilderment was obvious as the hunting knife was flicked towards him, landing beside his feet, handle sticking out of the entangled grass. The generosity stunned him, wove him back into more silence, but this one was lacquered in shock, instead of a cold, hardening nonchalance. His palms met the edge with a ferocious spirit, held the gift as if it were rendered from some unholy, seditious spirits – the only celestial beings he’d ever worship. “Thank you,” rumbled from his mouth, from his lips, from duty and reverence, gaze still on the keen, steel fringes, the borderline of desecration and mayhem. The beast would’ve been at a loss in the labyrinth, and at least this would give him a chance, close-combat, or one lucky throw. He could carve a thousand lines in brutality, in ruin, spilling insurrection in his wake. The notation was received; he would also owe the man a debt. He tucked the blade into his empty belt, and nodded at their intended progression.
Deimos did blanch at the moniker of chap - likely intended to get a rise out of him – only displaying the briefest of snarls, an eye-roll directed into the dark abyss. “Deimos,” he extended, a hand drawn in efforts to shake the others’, before he maneuvered towards the aperture again, a restless coil unraveling along his shoulders. His steps melded right back into savagery and nefariousness; an eldritch titan waking fellow demons and devils.
