Dimitri was struggling back to the surface. To die once and come back was one thing. Twice? But something rich and familiar trailed into his mouth, and he reached up his burned hands to grab the wrist and hold it to his mouth. He took long, deep pulls, which would, as before, heal the minor stuff. But the stabbing and severe burns would need fire to combat fire. Asmodeus chose that time to pop in, Eden moving over to fill him in. Lucifer was already gone, really just to prepare a little celebration for the new fifth house leader. Belial looked wary, but didn't dare linger. He didn't need to incur the mad demon's wrath, let alone that of his lover's. Belial was more tactical than that. He also knew of Kane's curse, and just hoped to maintain his seat really. He, like Dimitri, was good at his job, with raising hell demons and all sorts of ghastly creatures to maintain the houses and battles that lingered with the wars with the angels.<br/><br/>Dimitri opened his eyes, still glowing red, not white anymore. His horns had also grown several inches, curling against his hair, which was bleached white. "Look Kane. Red bull gives you wings," he said, laughing a little hysterically. He wrapped his arms around Kane's neck, silently asking to be picked up. "Fuck I can't remember the last time I raised an army of the dead." Not since the more serious battles with the angels. "Then again that was in a cemetery with dead bodies, not souls." He coughed and hacked, turning his head to spit out black vile crap. "Ugh you really did spoil me on your blood. That shit is disgusting." Even if it had given him the means to destroy those two.