I Scored Myself A Mate

"Don't make me force you." Asmodeus said and his voice was no longer smooth and gentle. It was rough and outworldy, frightening and it was as if nightmares escaped his lips with every word he said. 

Mark was doomed. 

"You don't have to be like this." Mark said, feeling the cold wall on his back as he was being cornered by the annoyed demon. His eyes had turned black, his palm touching the wall as he hovered over him and Mark swallowed a huge lump that had been forming on his throat. "We…we can talk about it." He said. "Like can you wait until I am eighty and kill me then? You will get your revenge." He said and Asmodeus tilted his head to the side, his jaw tightened as he breathed out on his face. 

"Are you mocking me?" he asked and Mark shook his head frantically. He wasn't really trying to mock him; he wasn't that stupid but in all honesty he didn't wish to die. Letting his memories released would mean he would find out about the grave sin he mentioned. That was all Asmodeus needed to kill him. He might like his face and that snobbish attitude of his but definitely he wasn't prepared to throw his life away. 

"Wait, weren't you the one who said that loved me? Don't you think you're contradicting yourself a bit? What kind of love is this? Allias told me that demons don't feel love. So I guess it's true." The red haired boy said. Asmodeus removed his hand and his eyes returned to their natural color. He seemed taken aback by his words. He allowed him to free himself and Mark moved away, pacing to the door just to make sure he would reach the exit just in case he got mad again. He couldn't ignore Asmodeus' expression though. He wasn't looking into his eyes anymore, his gaze traveling as he seemed to think of something. He gave him a sad smile. 

"Is this what your friend told you? That we don't love?" he asked and mark hastily shook his head. "Do you believe it?" 

"I…I don't know what to believe. I mean, I don't know you and you appeared in front of me saying you want to kill me. There isn't much to assume about you except of you being a psychopath." He told him, his honesty quite brutal and Asmodeus without another word opened the door. He didn't seem to be want to be there any longer. Mark didn't stop him; it was for the best. There was no reason for them two to talk or even be in the same room together. They were complete strangers and this demon was just a lunatic that kept spouting nonsense. He had kept thinking about it too much, maybe it was time to let go and stop bothering with him. His life was messy enough as it was. "Please leave. I don't want to do anything with you. I won't remember and if you want to kill me I am sorry but I will make sure this does not happen." He said and with his hand he showed him the empty corridor. "This way."

Asmodeus did not respond. He didn't have anything to say to him after all. His face was expressionless and his eyes were looking at the hall rather than Mark. He grabbed the door, his fingers clasping on it hard as he broke a piece of the fragile wood and stepped outside. Maybe he had taken it too far, Mark thought but again, he didn't try to stop him. Allias had warned him. It was dangerous being with him, he was dangerous. 

What happened next though was certainly unexpected. Asmodeus had left, his back on him as he was walking away from the left side of the corridor. The red haired boy stepped for a while out, just to see his figure disappear before he locked himself in the room. Unfortunately, that was not what actually happened next. A strange sound reached his ears and his head snapped to the right. In front of him, just a few meters away, stood a huge brown wolf. He was bloody and wounded, his fur having spots everywhere, dump, deep red, and the moment their eyes met the animal growled. Mark shivered as he stood there, frozen in fear. He had lost sight of the demon King and the supernatural creature before him was definitely looking at him with vicious intent. Who was he? He wondered not recognizing his shape. He wouldn't though, the only wolves he had ever seen was Mikael and Luke and he doubted that they would attack him. 

The creature growled loudly and Mark no matter how hard he commanded his body to move he realized he wouldn't obey. He felt the cold sweat forming on his temples roll down the sides of his face while his heart beat so fast that he was sure it was going to pop out of his body. The thumping was constant, like a war drum signaling the upcoming danger. Mark gulped as the wolf began walking. He was coming towards him, wary of his existence. 

"Good dog?" the young man mumbled as he stepped backwards. He grabbed the door and tried to smack it in the wolf's face, a way to shield himself until someone came to help but the creature leaped high and landed on the fragile wood, bringing it down with ease. Mark gasped, knowing that his death was near and he tried to run in the narrow space, find something to protect himself. The wolf was coming closer and closer, not anxious at all since he knew the human man wasn't an actual threat. What could he do? He couldn't even punch someone properly let alone kill a werewolf. His eyes became blurry, filled with upcoming tears. 

The growling, it was unbearable and the wolf jumped on his pushing him down. He raised his arms, grabbing its neck and tried to stop the open jaws from ripping his neck. His teeth were white, sharp and scary. His teeth and the constant clenching of its jaw terrified him and his arms were beginning to get tired. He cried, asking the monster not to kill him. He had to do something. He had to find help. He called out a name knowing he was near, desperate for his life not to end.

"Asmodeus help me!" He shouted in distressed, his face filled with tears. 

"What is in it for me?" he immediately heard the man ask. He was standing at the doorframe, waiting as he smiled viciously. 

"Anything! I will do anything!" Mark shouted.