Lessons learned, he thought to himself miserable as he lie on his back. Don't fucking give anyone the means the summon your sorry ass. He gasped, then choked on his own blood when the circle broke. Of course, the church was still eating him alive. Seven hells he hurt something fierce. It certainly didn't help that he'd been stabbed twice by a fucking arch angel blade. He was so not going to the surface world anytime soon. Nope. Fuck that shit. When hell fire encircled him and dragged him back down into hell, he welcomed it all too readily.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure who the hell had summoned him. His vision was so fucking blurry, and he was pretty much burned from head to toe. His hands were pressed over his stomach, black blood flowing freely. He couldn't breathe, not that he really needed to. Dimitraeus just closed his eyes. Maybe sleep would help? No...No he couldn't sleep. He didn't know where he was. He moved to sit up, the movement so painful he saw stars.