No one had ever even tried to get under all the layers. Hidalgo had been found in the roughest parts of hell when he had Fallen, and it was the last act of genuine kindness he had ever performed. Since then it had been only malice, contempt, and bitter hatred. Being cursed, he wasn't like the other Fallen who died to an emotional overload. No, Dimitri had been able to take those emotions and wrap them around his body like an unbreakable fortress, so that no one could ever see what lie buried beneath. It wasn't a life he enjoyed, but at the same time he wasn't depressed about it. He enjoyed the torture and the killing, raping and murdering and turning others into vampires against their will. That was how he had been able to finally get Jasaiah's spirit after one and a half millennia.<br/><br/>But there was a deep loneliness, the need to belong. Yet no one accepted him because he was lowest on the totem pole, and because he had gotten dirt on them all. Eden was pleasant when he wasn't trying to get under his skin. But beyond that there really wasn't anyone, and he'd long since accepted that. Staring at Kane, he was frowning. His sword hung limp at his side, the souls flitting around them without any sense of direction. There souls were crying, screaming, though most demons couldn't hear it. It was pretty music to his own ears. Coming towards Kane, his movements were that of a skittish feral creature. Any sudden movements and he would lash out viciously. He was a skilled fighter. All the battles with Jasaiah had taught him quickly that he'd had to learn. In the privacy of his home he practiced all sorts of martial arts, though he was nothing compared to the ex-kitsune.<br/><br/>He looked up at the taller demon, his eyes locking on his throat again. "Well if someone hadn't rudely interrupted my meal I wouldn't want anything from you," he muttered, though oddly there wasn't much heat to it. In all their recent interactions, Kane hadn't done anything more than try to get into his pants. It was strange, and he still very much<i>didn't </i>trust the other. He sheathed his sword and glared at him. "What do you want if I take your blood?" He could just go topside and get more food, but there were hours still to clean up purgatory of the thousands of souls.