Zelos was never one to show fear. He had faced beings several times larger than him, and sustained the wounds you'd expect, but he'd never show fear, even for a second. But when the God of Death showed himself, a fear gripped him the likes of which he'd never experienced. Something about that giant God of Death scared him to no end. And he wasn't ready for it. He ran for it, heading for the cave some were taking refuge in. "Well, that could have gone better..." He said.