[color=ed1c24][b][h3]Dmitri Pavlovich[/h3][/b][/color]

[@gravity22][@Shikaru]

[color=ed1c24]"Anything and everything that might entice me to [i]not[/i] make a profit off of your stupidity and convince my niece that you really [i]aren't[/i] a nutritious value meal."[/color] [color=8882be][i]Dmitri spoke in a low clear voice, that carried well in the mostly empty space of the warehouse, even over the sound of his running vehicle. Though his threat was mostly idle, he did want her to be thorough, and a healthy dose of motivational terror tended have the desired results, though exceptions did exist sadly. In truth he was mulling over Anya's words as he watched the pentagram in the center of the bodies. He noticed that it still drew the now dry blood to it, and that bothered him. Most of the cultist were dead now, but a handful of people, farthest from the door they'd entered through, still whimpered in pain... or was it fear? That thought made him uneasy enough to use a flask of holy water. Though he didn't do it as most might, he simply unfastened the lid and willed the water out of the flask and into the pentagram with the dry and dusty blood. A portal was briefly opened in the center of the pentagram, and an Imp came shooting through along with a great deal of heat and sulfurous smoke, the air rushing through with a dull "whoomp" sound. The Imp audibly crashed into the ceiling and came tumbling right back down. If Anya didn't intercept it before it hit the floor, it would fall back into the center of the pentagram, now blurred by scorch marks radiating from the center, though the center itself remained unmarked. Dmitri uncapped the second of his three flasks of Holy Water, but took no further action; trusting Anya to take care of the small demon who seemed to be wheezing.[/i][/color]