Dimitri said nothing more about the tears. Everything was so new, so fresh. His soul was mending, though he knew there was no chance of ever returning to be an angel. He didn't really want to, either. His life had meaning, with his work on growing something for Eden that would survive in hell, to sending souls to the appropriate places. He was immortal now, too, and to top it all off he had Kane. It was a puzzle to be solved, a riddle he hadn't quite understood. So there was no room for fighting, no room for negativity. He didn't even feel that rage boiling within him. It was like the curse was being disintegrated.<br/><br/>Satiated beyond relief, he grabbed Kane's arm and pulled it around his chest, clasping their fingers together before he, too, fell asleep. He slept deep, and for a long time. But he woke up from Kane. He grimaced at the pile of cum that was dried to him. Good grief he was a mess. The smell of sex was so heavy in the air, along with male musk and a little blood. Slowly, he pried himself out of Kane's hold, gently setting his arm down before he slid out of bed. The first thing on his mind was a hot shower, so he went to the bathroom to do that. He'd have to return to Hell to do his duties, but he intended to keep this house on the surface.<br/><br/>His mind swirled with thoughts, wondering where this was going to go. He was still frustrated, still nervous. Afraid, even. He tipped his head back under the spray, rinsing the soap out of his hair. Dimitri examined the white streaks in his hand, scowling. What did it mean? He'd had white hair as an angel, even when he Fell. It was only when Eden turned him into a demon that his hair had turned red, but at the same time, he felt that the curse had played some part in that. So what was going on?