Dimitri did know their affinities. It was also good they he didn't need to breathe. He was undead. His affinity was with the dead. Hence his knowledge in trapping souls. He hadn't mentioned it to Kane or Lucifer, but once these two were dead and he gained a position in the fifth house, he would maintain his role as the reaper. Lucifer had already commended his ability to make the decisions, and it wasn't really beneath him. It was tedious at times though. He was really just a necromancer and this was where the dead wandered. Had Lucifer set this up? Perhaps. Dimitraeus dodged and parried, blocked and dished out the blows. Asmodeus had an affinity with blood, Belial with creatures, and Enriel with lightning. Dimitri was soon without shoes. Enriel had burned his feet by electrocuting the ground.<br/><br/>But the demon wasn't without injuries either. Dimitri's blade was poisoned with a paralytic, and it was only a matter of time before it kicked in fully. "There's no running away this time," he breathed, right before Azazel materialized behind him. He swung around to block, but the blade went right into his shoulder. He clenched his jaw. "Pathetic," he goaded. "You wait until I'm vulnerable or weakened before attacking me." He shook his head, but Enriel took the opportunity to grab him by the head and send surges through his body. The electricity short circuited his brain and fried his organs. Nothing but white showed in his eyes, and smoke trailed out of his mouth and nose. Dimitri fell to the ground, dead. Lucifer raised his brows. Surely he wouldn't go down so easily. Enriel and Azazel laughed in victory. "Fool. Finally killed that arrogant bastard." Neither of them thought Kane would do anything against them.<br/><br/>But there was no reason to interfere. Minutes seemed to pass, but there was a pulse that ran through the ground. Like a sigh. The spirits breathed with that sigh, and it seemed like blood was attached to each one. Hundreds. Thousands. Like a horror scene straight out of lord of the rings. They couldn't be touched, but they could touch. A low, dark, sinister laugh filled the air. The laugh turned into a giggle, and Dimitri dug his hands into the dirt. Dirt he was still so familiar with even after all these years. "You should always, always, check a body to make sure it's dead, Enriel," he rasped. Everything hurt. Everything burned. The stab wound was cauterized, and he was alive. "Seven hells that feels good." He ran his blackened hands through his hair, strings of blood oozing from his fingers. They glowed red, and the souls started to move with him.<br/><br/>He slowly stood, ignoring the pain even as Azazel materialized behind him and stabbed him again. Right through the stomach. He choked on blood, then wiped his mouth clean of blood. Enriel shrieked and sent lightning through everything, even Lucifer, Eden and Kane. "Why won't you die!" Dimitraeus held up a finger, madness in his eyes. "Just a second. You always were impatient." Coughing up blood, Dimitri grabbed the blade and turned around on it, then pulled it out and stabbed Azazel through the face. He ripped him forward, too fast to be avoided, and tore out his throat. He gorged on the demon blood, though it tasted like rotted meat. It was so coming back up later. But for now it did the trick.<br/><br/>The army of souls came upon them and literally tore Azazel apart. There was nothing left because they even ate his soul. Dimitri turned, looking more grotesque and demon like. Black skin, blood, glowing eyes and hands, horns jutting from his skull. His back hurt worse than anything he'd experienced thus far, and as he walked towards Enriel, something astonishing happened. Black wings, tipped in silver and red, tore from his back. He stumbled, and they flapped, shedding ichor and blood. They were bat like, demonic. He laughed and picked up the pace, suddenly darting through the air. He rode Enriel to the ground, the dead all around them. He continued to laugh manically. "You know. Attacking your sovereign king is punishable by death dearie." Grabbing Enriel by his skull, he slammed it into the ground over and over. Even as lightning surged through his body. His wings stabbed into him as well. "Your death will be slow. You hurt my familiar and tried to attack our king and the man for whom I hold..." He groaned and leaned down. "Most dear to me." He tore out his throat as well and commanded the souls to kill him much more slowly. His screams soon permeated the air. Slowly, painfully, he got to his feet. But Enriel just wouldn't give up. He sent a harsher jolt than before. Dimitraeus fell. "You fucking piece of shit." He dug into the dirt and well, Enriel was no more. Dimitri soon followed, not permanently dead but badly injured. The souls were dispersed with Dimitri's magic.