I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark had fallen asleep. He had been waiting for Theseus to return, see his friend and make sure he was alright but having stayed up for a few days now his eyes closed on their own. 

He fell asleep on his armchair, a warm cup of tea on the small table, steam coming from it in many pretty shapes. This time though he hadn't been thrown into some kind of made up dream land. This time it was completely different but oddlt familiar.

The moment it started Mark knew that it was happening again. 

He was standing at that balcony, the one from Amelia's vision, rocks and bloody rivers around him, dark houses and a red sky. At first this place felt sickening, the smell of blood everywhere in the air but after finding himself there a few times he realized he had gotten used to it. He had also assumed that this was the demon roalm.

"So we meet again" the man said. 

His hair was messy, his eyes having a crazy shine to them and his smile deadly with those sharp fangs showing.

"Why did you bring me here again? Just let me sleep! I don't know anything. I don't even know what you want! You just come here every night and smoke next to me! You don't even talk. Please I am tired!" Mark said.

Every night it would be the same. He would find himself high in this palace, restrained in this small balcony many meters above the ground. The door to the inside would always be locked and after a few minutes this man would appear, dressed in black, a lot cigarette on his hand and he would just walk to the edge, sit on the railing and just smoke. Mark would ask him questions, again and again but he would never answer or talk. About anything. 

"How can you even enter my mind!" Mark said in distress.

"Well that witch exited last time in such a hurry that left a door open on your mind. A door only I know of since I've always known your mind." The man said.

"So it's true! Amelia was right. From where do you know me? Why do you always bring me here?" Mark asked and the demon smiled.

"Is that all you want to know? How about my name?" The demon asked him with a smile. He jumped off the railing, landing in front of him.

"I don't really care to be honest." Mark cruelly rejected him, making him frown. "I just want to sleep." He said. 

"You will sleep soon." 

"Today you're talking." Mark noticed, considering how every other time his lips were sealed.

"Yes, because our time like this will be soon over. I wanted to be with you a little bit before I kill you" he said and Mark's eyes widened. 

"What? Kill me? Why? I am a decent person. I don't know you mister!" He said and placed his palm on his face. This whole situation was completely crazy. He had no idea what he should do or say when an unknown demon said he wanted to kill him. He would die? Was that it? He hadn't even gotten to be Inna stable relationship yet. 

"Remember me then you will know" the demon said and threw his cigarette off the balcony. 

"How the hell... No never mind." Mark said and shook his head. "You can't kill me inside my mind right?"

"I could but I don't want to. I want this to be real and I want everyone to see me do it. Because you are the cause of all my misfortune. Now that I can finally...."

"Then why do you want to spend time with me? What is this? Is this some kind of prank?" Mark asked. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't take any of this seriously. At the moment he was inside his mind having a chat with a demon who wished to kill him. Who would take a story like that seriously?

"You really haven't changed" he said and laughed. His eyes turning into small crescents, his lips open as he showed his perfect teeth. 

"Shit..." Mark mumbled.

"You find me attractive don't you?" The demon asked with a smug expression.

"I have a boyfriend. Or he is going to be I don't know. I have someone I like." Mark said and the demon crossed his hands over his chest, staring at him with a displeased expression.

"That's impossible."

"I don't even know your name. I am sure it is very possible."

"So you're a traitor in this life too. Always betraying me."

"I don't know you!" Mark shouted, his hands in the air making intense genstures. This seemed so surreal. They were conversing but both of them were in different plains. It was so weird. They were talking about the same thing but actually they were reffering to something else. 

"Remember me. I can't kill you if you don't remember me."

"Then I will never remember you" Mark said.

The from approached his ang grabbed his jaw, bringing him closer as he smirked. 

"Don't make me force you to." He said in a low voice and the red haired scoffed. 

"You supernatural men sure think that you own the world. Well fuck you I will never sleep again just to avoid you. You want to spend time with me just to torture me. I bet you're having fun."

"Actually it's quite painful." He said and Mark stared at him, confused. What did he mean by that? Was it painful to be in someone else's mind like this? 

"I thought you were strong"

"Of course I am! I am one of the demon princes! That's not what I mean you idiot." He said and eyed him like he was stupid.

"Well sorry I don't get your stupid riddles. In your stupid balcony, with your stupid cigarette and your stupid, stupid....everything is stupid! Don't laugh! You are stupid too!" Mark exclaimed. He was annoyed. Every word that left this man's mouth was irking him to hit himself on the wall. From his bustling confidence to his unique beauty and the way he spoke he just wanted to jump off the building. He knew he would wake up again and think of all this for the rest of the day, tired and looking like a panda. All he wanted to do was sleep and dream about food. Simple as that. Hot demons with murder plans were not on his list nor they would ever be.

"I want to spend sometime with you because once I...I loved you and you betrayed me so I need to kill you." He said.