Dimitreaus was so pissed off. But he couldn't hardly do anything about it. If Kane hadn't made him immortal, this would be a far worse situation than it was already. "Ooooh. So that's what this is all about. Demons lying. Demons cheating. Demons thieving." Though Sam could see him, Dimitri winked in his direction. He struggled against the holy energy, moving to stand. Because he'd be damned if he would stay on his knees for these angels. "Not that it's really any of your business but no, he doesn't. Diana did though. I just am the dark, dirty secret she kept in her closet." This was a more vicious side, unlike the pathetic simpering idiot he'd been around Ryan. Well, he'd made a vow after all, and whether these idiots believed him or not it wasn't any of his business.<br/><br/>He spat in Milo's face, though it didn't burn. It was more just an insult as he fought against everything. Sweat poured down his face. Every inch of his body burned and hurt. Yay holy energy. "If I hurt Ryan Kane would kill me. Slowly. Painfully. And I know you don't really believe us poor, simple demons, but there will never be an instance that Ryan's father won't enact swift justice upon anyone who touches a hair on his pretty head. But you're wrong if you think I'm going to divulge in any of why I saw Ryan, and he's damned lucky I vowed not to hurt him." He took a step forward, until the ring was the only thing separating him from Milo. "You see, demon vows are tricky business. If I broke my vow I'd be struck down like that." He snapped his fingers, and his skin was literally burning as he pushed through the ring. He supposed the only reason why he hadn't gone up in flames was because he had been an angel once upon a time.<br/><br/>Though he wasn't going to bother talking about his curse being lifted or the fact that his hair had started to turn right. He'd already forsaken his desires to return to Heaven. He had hundreds of years ago. It wasn't ever going to happen, and he was dumb to think otherwise. No. Just having the curse removed was sufficient. "Yes, yes. Strong conviction and all that. La de dah. Good for you Saaaam," he drawled, still working to break free from the circle. If he could get out of this church he could break the summons and go back home. And heal. Yep, both sounded awesome. "<i>Really</i>," he said, busting out laughing. "You think being whipped, having your wings ripped off, being cast out of Heaven and sent into purgatory to go mad isn't even a small<i>taste </i>of what Samuel endured? Hmm?" He flapped a hand. "Good grief you angels hold a grudge harder than demons do. You know that? I am trying to move on from that all. I don't give two shits about Samuel anymore."<br/><br/>Samuel swallowed. "Then why did you do it? Why did you give me to him?" Dimitraeus's eyes glowed and he bared his fangs in a vicious hiss. "Because you took him from me. You took Michael, and you were so<i>innocent. </i>So<i>charming. </i>You never had a mean bone in your body. You forgave<i>everything </i>and it disgusted me. If you could see. Really see the world, you probably would even be disgusted by this angel holding me hostage." He clucked his tongue at Milo. "Milo, wasn't it? Those demons didn't even do this to you, did they? And you guys try to take the high ground." He threw his head back in laughter.