I Scored Myself A Mate

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Asmodeus was bored, roaming the empty halls of the compound since now everyone was at the dining hall, he was all alone, snooping around and entering rooms uninvited. There was nothing really that interesting in this whole place and except for scaring a few kids that he happened to see at the back side of the compound he hadn't found anything to entertain himself. So his next move was to simply go to Mark's room. It was obviously empty, the red haired boy probably eating. He paced around a bit, opening the empty closets and drawers until he found something that finally picked his interest. Inside the last drawer of his nightstand was a small velvety pouch. He grabbed it, opening the string at the top and sniffed at the dried herbs. As the scent entered his nostrils he smiled, recognizing the familiar scent. This witch had been overly useful, letting open the door in his head so Asmodeus could finally find him after so long but even giving him this. 

The demon sealed it carefully, knowing that this remedy could make Mark remember and tossed in the air once before shoving it on his pocket and closing the drawer like he hadn't just stolen something from Mark. He laid on his bed, his arms behind his head and he closed his eyes, finally interested in something he was quite pleased with what he had just found. Still with his shoes on he fell asleep on the soft bed. 

….

Mark had just finished with his lunch and was heading outside. Today he felt a lot better, calmer and more energized since after so long he had managed to get a proper sleep. He did think he was a fool for falling asleep right in front of that demon but at that moment he felt like he couldn't control his body, it was as if he was falling unconscious. It was the best sleep he had done in a while and because today his mood was actually kind of good he ignored Allias' warnings during their lunch and once he was done from eating the delicious meat he stood up and decided to walk around a bit and stretch his muscles. 

For a while he hadn't realized that the blond wolf was following him until he heard him cough, wanting to draw his attention. Mark turned around and faced him disappointed. He was the last person he wished to see at the moment. He kept walking trying to show him that he wasn't interested in his company but Mikael kept going after him. After some time, Mark fed up with this whole silent chase decided to find shelter in his room, where he could just lock the door and be by himself. Mikael kept following his track though making him stop and frown.

"What is it?" he asked and Mikael stopped, smiling awkwardly. He, even know looked very handsome to the red haired but he shouldn't show it. The fondness that remained even after his heart was broken. 

"I just wanted to talk with you. I don't like the way things ended with us. Maybe we could have a talk. I like you Mark, it's not that I don't but you have to understand that…" Mikael began talking, he desperately wanted to explain, hoping that the red head's pain would be soothed somehow but Mark raised his palm and stopped him. 

"Don't. I don't want to hear you say you like me again. It's tiring and it's a lie. Don't just try to stop your guilt. You used me and the moment you found out about your mate you threw me aside even though I had warned you about it. I don't want things to end well between us and obviously I don't want to be friends with you. There is no reason for us to be fooling ourselves and I won't just forgive you because you feel sad, poor you." He told him with a frown as his hand touched the handle of his door. He would just open it and this stupid conversation would finally be put to an end. 

"Mark, as it seems we will be seeing each other often for a while. I don't want things to be awkward with us." He said and the human scoffed. Looking at him like he was stupid. 

"Why not? I love some drama. And we won't be seeing each other Mikael. You will leave to search for your mate, remember? Now let me be. I want to sleep." He said and finally got inside his room only to face his second trouble laid on his bed, comfortable, like a king.

"Hello there. Took you a while to find me, didn't it?" Asmodeus said with his raspy voice reaching Mikael's ears and the blond wolf rushed at the door, seeing the demon grinning on Mark's bed. "Oh, a dog. I do not really like pets Mark dearest." He said and Mikael stared at him aggressively. 

"Neither do I." Mark mumbled being more annoyed by the way Mikael stormed inside to his room rather than the fact the demon was in his bed with his shoes on, dirtying his sheets. "Mikael. Just leave I told you I don't want to talk to you." He repeated but the wolf was staring at the cocky demon before his eyes focused on Mark. 

"What is he doing here?" he asked, aggressively and Mark shrugged his shoulders. Asmodeus was no more laying down, he had gotten up staring at the scene intrigued. Mark indeed had said he liked someone before, as it seemed that was him. But they didn't look to be getting along. Interesting, he thought. 

"Why are you asking me?" Mark said. "Can you leave now please?" he told him with a sigh. What was the point of having a good sleep in such a long time if the moment he woke his life turned into a mess? He was fine before Mikael appeared, why couldn't he just let it go? Why were wolves so fixated on others? He just couldn't stop going after him if he didn't forgive him but Mark really didn't want to. He didn't think Mikael deserved it. 

"No! How do you expect me to leave you in a room with him? Let's go, we are leaving, now!" he told him raising his tone and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the door. As if Mark's feet were rooted to the ground he denied to move, Mikael's grip tightening as he looked at him strictly. "Don't make me angry?" he growled and Asmodeus laughed. 

He took a few steps finally joining their little fight and grabbed Mikael's hand in a similar way he was holding Mark's. The only thing that was different was the force. Mikael was tightening his grip by the second wanting to take Mark away while the demon for now was just barely touching him. 

"How about you remove that hand of yours? Be a good dog" Asmodeus said and smiled brightly at his showcasing his sharp fangs but Mikael completely ignored him, his aggressive tone and his annoyed look was all directed towards Mark. 

"Why are you being so difficult just because you got rejected? I am doing this for you and you…"

"Little red head please remember that I did try to be nice okay?" Asmodeus said and looked at Mark with a faint smile, interrupting Mikael. He then closed his hand, the sound of Mikael's bone cracking echoed in the silent room and Asmodeus' eyes once more became an endless black. "Are you really going to make me angry?" He shouted and his nails and horns began growing dangerously as his true form began to surface. "Answer me!" he told him and pushed Mikael into the wall. The wolf couching from the collision. "You are really good in bullying people who are weaker than you but I don't see you talking now." He told him aggressively and opened the door, pushing him out. "Get the fuck out of here you idiot." He said and closed the door right into his face, also locking it since he was pretty sure Mikael would try to get in again and he did. He even punched the door once but after not getting an answer from Mark he gave up and left, remembering to shout that this was not over. Asmodeus scoffed as he heard that and placed his hands on his hips. "You're welcome." The King of hell said but Mark was looking at him, his jaw dropped. 

He took a step closer, his eyes focused in his peculiar appearance. He had seen wolves, gods and elves but this was the first time he saw a demon, someone who looked so different from the pure beauty most supernatural creatures had. Asmodeus was undeniably attractive but he had a darkness in him, the way his pitch black eyes were drawing him in, his long horns, sharp at the edges and his nails. The fangs, everything on his looked as if it had been created into a cauldron filled with darkness. Even his voice deep and alluring was warm but at the same time brought him shivers. He blinked a few times fascinated by the sight in front of him. 

"Your horns are huge." Mark mumbled and the demon grinned. 

"They are not the only thing that is huge on me." He said and Mark pretended to gag. 

"Don't make me puke." He said, disgusted. 

"I meant my wings. You are quite dirty minded, aren't you?" he told him playfully and Mark's eyes opened wide. 

"You have wings?" he asked excited.