[Suzerain of Sheol]

Look askance over at Lev, Shealtiel replies, "Your demon has quite the imagination. I somehow doubt Typasius held aspirations (or delusions) toward a divine lineage. Na'lsa seems to have skipped the Saint's humility, but, then, humility doesn't become a messiah. Demagogues, every last one of them. Unless you count the False Prophet, I suppose..."

Realizing that he is rambling, and that Lev likely stopped listening some time ago, Shealtiel climbs aboard the APC, scowling to see Kasdeja sitting so comfortably in one of the seats near the back.

Catching the tail end of Dante's outburst, he tells the bounty hunter quietly, "Better not to agitate it, Lucifer. We'll be suffering its company for some time, I suspect. I suggest you get used to it. Who knows, maybe he's a good friend once you get to know him." Not caring if his sarcasm carried through or not, Shealtiel totters over to his seat and straps himself in, closing his eyes and making a point of ignoring the Nephilim.