Eden hadn't really hurt Dimitraeus other than when he'd infused him with demonic energy. He hadn't cursed him. That had been Michael's doing, but he could tweak it a bit. After all it was just lust. Only true love could break this curse, Eden knew that. But he was working against them to ensure they wouldn't fall in love. Besides, only Lucifer could break the curse otherwise but he wasn't the sort to interfere with angel magic unless it benefited him. But Dimitri was a 7th house head. He wasn't as important as Kane or Asmodeus.<br/><br/>Eden nodded, giving Kane a devious little smile before he popped out of the room. Dimitraeus was still out cold, Hidalgo curled against his head, also asleep. The poor dragon needed rest, too. The wards would protect them from Enriel and Mammon, and possibly Belial. Typically it was only Enriel who tried to get through, but Dimitri had gotten his DNA and had worked wards and spells against his entrance by any means, and there was no way in the seven houses he was going to invite that bastard in.<br/><br/>Lucifer was waiting in the meeting chambers. Eden had already arrived and was lounging on one of the chaises in the room. There was no round table...Hell there wasn't a table, period. Just a bunch of comfortable furniture and a wall of debauchery where souls were strewn up for Lucifer's amusement. Eden hadn't let Lucifer know Dimitraeus was indisposed. "Kane's coming," Eden said. Lucifer raised a brow, but waited. He'd have Kane explain things when they arrived.<br/><br/>The sexy little minx wondered how everything was going to unfold.