Hythlodaeus and Hades stared at one another for a moment after witnessing all that.

“Maybe he was always meant to be a dragon,” the simulacrum said.

“It’s soft meat, but still... that’s not difficult for you, is it?” Hades asked weakly as he poured himself a glass of wine. “I could conjure it already cut apart if you like...”

Let’s be real, Prometheus was a feral man they brought in from the woods.

“Did you really forget all your manners, Prometheus?”