I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark never actually believed he would end up seeing him face to face. He had thought of everything as a trick of his own mind, maybe even a hallucination, something that couldn't actually be real. But he was awfully wrong, once more out of nowhere fate played a nasty trick on him. He was standing right in front of him, sitting lazily close to that window, staring at everyone with a grin that oozed confidence. His hair was less messy, half up in a ponytail while the rest fell restlessly on his shoulders. He was dressed in a black pair of jeans and a deep purple shirt, that was unbuttoned at the top. He locked eyes with the red haired and he stood up, his footsteps echoing as everyone remained silent. He looked a lot more like a devil than Achlys. At least he had that appearance of what a simple minded person would imagine. The sharp fans, the long almond shaped black nails and the horns protruding from his forehead, appearing between his hair. His eyes had a shine on them, it almost looked like pure madness and mark shivered, subconsciously taking a step back.

"Who might you be?" Markus asked stopping him and he smiled brightly as he bowed dramatically. 

"I am Asmodeus. One of the kings of hell. I am honored to meet the next Alpha of the WhiteFangs and the elf King. I have to say being in front of you feels like seeing a celebrity. Even in hell you're pretty famous." He told Allias. He pretended like Mark did not exist and for a second he thought that maybe everything was truly in his head. He had said he wanted to kill him, but expect of looking at him briefly once or twice he didn't say anything. Allias was still wary of his every move, observing him as he spoke. 

"Thank you. I did not think that I would be this known." 

"Oh, believe me you are. But back to my little introduction. I will be taking over Achlys' spot for a while since it seems that a dear friend of hers is missing and she is investigating his case." He said and Allias nodded. A dear friend, more like a lap dog. She was trying to find Hara. It was such a shame they wouldn't be finding anything, even if his body popped up somewhere all the evidence would be ruined by now. 

"That sounds very sad. I hope she find him soon." Allias said, feigning compassion. The one who talked next was Luke, feeling like he had to fill in his role as the next Alpha. 

"It is already late. We have prepared room for everyone so why don't you rest for tonight? We can talk about Sam and his punishment tomorrow." He proposed and Dionysus nodded eagerly. He stretched his tanned arms, above his head, letting out a huge yawn and grabbed Suijin's hand. 

"That sounds perfect. Where to?" he asked. 

"Markus will show you to your rooms." 

The Council members were the ones that were shown their accommodation first, finding the biggest and best guest rooms waiting for them, so they could rest for the night, while the elves were taken to another floor, different from the one Allias and mark used to live. 

The red haired young man, entered a medium sized room, with a big bed. The sheets were fluffy, a white color smelling of rose. He touched them with his fingertips, remembering his short time here and he sighed. Everything came to such an abrupt end, even his relationship with Mikael, if he could call that a relationship at all. The good thing about the room though beyond the comfortable bed was the balcony. He rarely saw any balconies in any of the other floors and the windows were always small, letting few light in. Sometimes it could be suffocating, as you felt detained in four walls. So thinking of that, he opened the big windows, letting the night chill invade the room, the curtains dancing outside. He stepped out, placing his hands on the railing, feeling the cold metal and stared at the endless forest, dark and hostile. 

"A balcony again but so much has changed." He heard a familiar voice and his head snapped. It was Asmodeus, right next to him, mimicking his stance as he held a cigarette between his full lips, its tip burning a bright red as he inhaled. He hadn't heard anything, the man had simply appeared, and he blinked, taking in the sight to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep again. 

"Are you going to kill me now?" Mark asked with a lifeless tone. The demon laughed, trapping the cigarette between his fingertips. 

"Should I?" he asked back and stared at him, the side of his lip moved upwards. Mark tilted his head to the side, exhausted by everything. 

"Are you asking me?" 

"Oh, someone is moody. I see, I see."

"I haven't slept in days." The red haired mumbled and rubbed his eyes. 

"And why is that?" 

"Oh, I wonder why. Maybe because a crazy lunatic has been getting into my head, threatening to kill me. It couldn't be that, right?" he mocked the demon and turned around, walking back into his room. He suddenly felt really tired but he didn't say anything as he heard Asmodeus follow him, entering his private space. "Are you really planning to kill me?" he asked one of the kings of hell, curious with this whole unexplainable situation. 

"Yes, I never lie. It's just that it's not time yet. You have to remember. Then I will take your life. I won't fail. I swear." He told him, his eyes locked on Mark's. The boy blinked, frozen. 

"You're really bad at being scary. Honestly." He told him and Asmodeus' eyes widened. He scoffed, offended by his words. He was a mighty demon with hordes under his command and a mere human dared to say that to him. He took a step forward, so fast Mark couldn't even see him and grabbed his face with his fingers, his long nails diving into his cheeks. 

"Don't mess with me you fucking traitor just because I…" he began saying and pushed him back with force, Mark falling on his pillow. "You will remember and then, you will see how scary I can be." He told him, his eyes turning completely black. 

Mark felt so tired, even though he should be scared, shiver in fear by the man in front of him he felt like finally he could relax. He was still touching him, his grip strong, hurting him a bit but still his eyes turned heavy, his muscles relaxed,

"Why are you so…." Mark mumbled. 

"So what?" Asmodeus asked but Mark's eyes were already closed shut, his breathing calm as he fell asleep. The demon let go of him, shocked that he had just fallen asleep like that. He scowled and returned to the balcony, grabbing one more cigarette from his pocket. He snapped his fingers and a small fire began burning on his fingertip. He lit it up and brought it to his lips. 

"You were always so foolishly fearless." He mumbled with a grin. "This time I will have you begging me to kill you fast."