Deimos, the God of terror, always hated being looked down upon. He hated someone thinking they can dominate him but you were different

You, a fallen Angel,The God of Lust, were aloof to all but him, you had a small physic and lean body, enough to enchant the straightest man, liked teasing him, a man who had no business with you.

you were in a banquet held in the netherworld, after the victory of the demons against the angels

“Why the hell are you here?” He asked with gritted teeth.