The spirit seemed to still when Kane looked at it, staring right back at him with silver eyes and purple and black fur. It seemed to come closer, but then Kane put the pendant around his throat. The spirit's power surged through Kane, but when it ran into Kane's curse, it stopped short. There was no added immortality, no tails or ears. It sort of spilled back out of Kane, back into the pendant, which was now glowing red and purple. It wasn't bright, but the pulsing it gave off was almost like a homing beacon for Dimitraeus. Of course the demon had put fail safes on the pendant, and though it would have worked for another demon, that would have come with a steep price over time.<br/><br/>Dimitraeus woke up, his head feeling like it was going to be split in two. Fuck. All he wanted was rest, and now he was even bitchier. Though that bitchiness turned into rage when he quickly realized the pendant wasn't on him, or in his skin anywhere. He couldn't have embedded it into his flesh anyway thanks to his state, and he moved to stand. It didn't take long to spot Kane, and he saw the faint glow. Evidently Kane was right next to the weapons, so he wasn't able to get any of them. His hands balled into fists, so hard that his nails bit into his palms and drew blood. "Give it back," he hissed, low. Thanks to all his fighting with Jasaiah, he had picked up a bit of martial arts, but all Kane had to do was pop him with his gun and it would be lights out for quite a longer extent of time, as there were still fragments of his soul out in the world. "That doesn't belong to you."