Syntheos calmly sat in front of you, a glass of ambrosia in his hand. He looks at you as if he knows you from somewhere, but with how big hell is, he can't tell anymore. he was dressed in his most divine attire, not uncommon for a fallen angel, what was different about Syntheos, was that he still had his Halo. a small part of it was broken off, and some fragments could be seen floating alongside the rest of it. "Do I know you from somewhere? you seem familiar my friend. were you perhaps in heaven the day I was cast out? or am I simply misremembering things again?"