His plans were going precisely the way he wanted them too. Jasaiah was finally stripped of his powers, though that little shit of a witch had left a nasty scar on his soul. He paced his quarters, hair strewn in messy red curls that glistened in the fireplace. Not the fireplace was really needed. It was plenty fucking hot down here as it was, but he was used to it. He was one of Lucifer's seven generals, after all, though he was a lesser peon in the grand scheme of things. All he'd wanted, all he'd yearned for, was immortality, and Lucifer and his bitch son Eden wouldn't give it to him. So he'd had to take it for himself. Jas was the last of his kind...or had been, at any rate. With his spirit trapped in a fancy little pendant embedded in his skin, Dimitraeus had the reigns, now.<br/><br/>The nine tails looked better on him, anyway. He could do without the ears, but the shadows welcomed everything else about him. He raked a clawed hand through his hair. Even immortal, his life didn't feel complete. What was missing? Must he destroy Jas? It would have been so much more gratifying if he could have made him his, made him his bitch, his pet, his plaything. Broken him down until he was nothing but a simpering mess before finally, finally killing him. With a frustrated growl, he threw a vase of black roses into the fireplace. "Why must so many interfere," he hissed.<br/><br/>His pet, an adorable snake dragon, chittered at him and came to wound around his neck, nibbling on the pendant. Dimitri tsked. "Not yours, Hidalgo." He stroked him as he glared into the fire. He'd have to find a way to get rid of Satyr. He had never imagined that scrap of shit would be a thorn in his side. Seeing through the fire, he clenched his jaw. "And now there's Neil to deal with." He upturned the table as well, creating a mess. Hidalgo flew off and he collapsed into the chair, rubbing his face. God he needed something new to play with. Something to take the edge off while he recovered from his latest blow.