Dimitraeus couldn't move. He legit felt paralyzed by whatever was happening to him. It was easy to find out what was actually happening. He groaned when Kane pulled him into his arms. It was so odd to him that Kane cared at all about him. Dimitri was tolerable at best, and usually always conniving and plotting against others. But Kane just kept sticking around, reading whatever Dimitri laid out to him, though the other had years to go before he could understand Dimitri's grimoire. But in the couple weeks they'd been together Kane had read just about everything else. It was...practical?<br/><br/>The demon stared up at him, fear once more in his eyes. Was he about to die? What the hell was this? Was Kane doing it...no. No. Kane wasn't the one. He wasn't the sort to do it without making it pretty damn well known. He pleaded with Kane with his eyes when he couldn't move otherwise. "Souls..." He was shaking, weak, tired. "My...fragments. Oh...fuck." Dimitraeus screamed again, calling out in pain and for help. Out here, no demons could hear them, nor could the souls, really. There were about twenty soul fragments out there. Dimitri had lost count over the years, but this was the third one that had been shattered consecutively in the recent month or so. It was enough for him to pass out, dead in Kane's arms. Just, well, not permanently.