Dimitri was having a really hard time with Kane. He didn't know what he was capable of, and Dimitraeus did<i>not </i>like the unknown. It also wasn't in his nature to just ask. He'd rather just dig around and make people tell him what he wanted. He'd whored himself out so much that all the demons, except Kane, had given him knowledge that he'd stored in his mind and in those books he'd so willingly gave Kane. No, he didn't want the demon as his enemy, but until he knew what he wanted and what his abilities were, Dimitri couldn't and wouldn't trust him.<br/><br/>Stepping through the portal, they entered a field, baron of all life. A sword appeared in Dimitri's hand. "None of the others get their hands dirty, but I relish in the suffering I cause these souls." They all wandered around, and depending on their spiritual essence and pressure, he would send them to the appropriate house. "After all they did something on the mortal plane to wind up here. I don't know why you're so interested." He wasn't complaining. He never did. His life was his life, and he'd accepted it all except for his mortality. To torture, torment, take. Those were things he relished in, but what demon didn't?<br/><br/>With his sword, he went from soul to soul, piercing their hearts and immediately sending them wherever. As he strolled through purgatory, he continued on. "Truly, I don't. Yes, I'm immortal. Yes, I stole it from another. Yes, I'm a conniving asshole. And yes, I'm insane. I'm not really different from the rest of Hell." Except he was. He was the only demon that dabbled so heavily in voodoo, hoodoo, witchcraft, demonic arts and everything evil in between. He was the only one who had spent hundreds of years learning every spell, every curse, everything that he could use against another. But in order to do that he had had to exploit the demon's weakness.<br/><br/>His tails swayed, and darkness crept seemingly out of no where. It would be easy to give Kane the slip, but that damned mark. Fuck he needed to find a way to get rid of it..Silence fell. The shadows strangled the souls, and his hunger for blood started to get the better of him. Of course these were just souls, so he couldn't feed from them. His amethyst gaze peered over his shoulder at Kane, staring at the veins in his throat. Kane was not only tall and attractive but he probably had rich blood. Curse it.