Dimitri fell forward onto his hands and knees, throwing up the poison and blood. There were still two blades he couldn't reach, but no, this wouldn't be enough to kill him even if he wasn't immortal. He looked up when Kane came forward and pointed the gun at his head. "You sonnovabi-" his curse was cut off as the bullet went straight through his head. Dimitraeus's body crumpled into nothing, dissipating through the air. Even the pendent disappeared. Vanishing tricks. He was damned good at them. And yeah, it fucking hurt like a bitch. It was going to take twice as long for him to recover after that little wizard had blasted him.<br/><br/>Weakened, his body appeared back in his room. He was naked, and he clutched the pendant in his hand. Hidalgo chittered in worry and blew out a breath of fire, opening a portal for Kane to come back through. Dimitri's glamour was gone, which was what Hidalgo worried about the most. He knew how to put the wards up, and he barred entry for anyone except Lucifer, Asmodeus, Kane and Lucifer's sons. Because Dimitri wasn't powerful enough to stop them. The demon in question had collapsed onto his bed and was completely unconscious within minutes. Two deaths in the span of a couple of days was extremely rare, and now he was too put out to complete his job. Which meant Enriel would have to do.<br/><br/>Lucifer had summoned Enriel to get him assigned to it, knowing Dimitraeus was going to be out of the count for awhile. When Kane got back to his room, if he looked towards him, he'd see evidence of things that shouldn't ever happen to anyone. On his shoulder blades there were two huge scars, raising the flesh on his lightly tanned, Asian skin. It was blatantly obvious that wings had been there at one point, and they had been cut off. His back and the backs of his thighs were a horrid mess of scars, from whips to knives and even burn marks. His skin was just a road map of torture and injuries he hadn't been able to heal. It wasn't his skill. Sure he could heal all the way but the scarring remained. A large amount of the wounds had been inflicted by Jasaiah, while others by Michael when he Fell.<br/><br/>The poison was oozing out of the stab-wounds, his body having knit itself back together from the soul fragment he had found. It was pretty instantaneous - a web of soul fragments scattered all across the realms and earth to make sure he couldn't die. Voldemort and Loki would be proud of his accomplishments, but Satyr and Kane had put him out of sorts for awhile. Hidalgo curled up next to his head, his little dragon eyes red and body puffed up like an angry cat as he stood guard over his sleeping companion.