Dimitreaus completely upturned his room. Everything that wasn't spelled was destroyed. He wasn't an angel. He wasn't anything but a broken pawn on a fucking chessboard. And you didn't just walk away from it. Dimitri went to purgatory, deciding that he could just do his job and not worry about anything else. The room was left in shambles, and he didn't care. He didn't care. Or at least that's what he told himself. Hidalgo stayed with him, never going anywhere. He chittered worriedly, but nothing could cut through the numbness he was wrapping himself up in. It was just better this way. Better if he didn't feel. As Kane had said. He wasn't capable of being loved.<br/><br/>~~<br/><br/>Eden had seen the entire spectacle, and he knew his father would not be pleased. So he went up to Kane, staring at him with no emotion in his eyes. He glanced at Syndar. "A moment?" When he left, he looked at Kane. "I can see why you fancy him. Stubborn, arrogant, prideful. If you don't fix this Lucifer will likely stick you two in a box. Dimitreaus isn't an angel. Not anymore. He's not even fallen." Then he left, leaving Kane to decide how easy or difficult he wanted to make this. But then, Dimitreaus was being just as difficult.