A soul eater. He'd had his suspicions, but proof? None. Not until he saw the vortex of souls being absorbed like a dry sponge in water. He didn't go back to his room, not wanting to endanger Hidalgo. Kane looked as irrational as he had felt when he attacked him, and like always Dimitri would pay the price. Jas had warned him not to do this. They'd gone in so many circles around each other, but this...this was a whole new level of danger. Because Kane was the one thing he feared, because he or any other powerful soul eater could end him with a snap of his fingers.<br/><br/>And despite his self-hatred, temper, and everything else negative in his life, Dimitri didn't want to die. Lucifer gave him a purpose. Even though it was a dull job, he did it better than anyone. Really, it was the<i>only </i>reason why Lucifer hadn't ended him himself. He went topside again, but he could feel through his mark that Kane was on his heels. He didn't linger, portaling from place to place, trying to muddle up the trail but he knew eventually Kane would catch him.<br/><br/>~~~<br/><br/>Eden's eyes narrowed then, and he sat up from where he was leaning over the blonde-haired demon. Rising to his feet, he turned and left, needing to mull things over. This hadn't gone as he had planned. In fact, it had backfired badly.