I Scored Myself A Mate

"Hello neighbors! Is everything alright?" A female voice was heard from behind them and Mark's eyes widened in shock.

That woman had come with a basket filled with fruits and vegetables gathered by the whole village as a welcoming gift. She had passed by to give them to the boys and probably return back to the village and gossip about how two men were living in the same run down house. Mark had been smiling during the whole time of their little conversation trying to ignore the fact that the young woman was basically drooling every time she landed her eyes on Asmodeus who had introduced himself as Deus. They offered her some tea and the red haired young man kept tapping his foot on the floor anticipating when she would leave. 

Somehow she had believed the fact that both of them happened to trip and fell right on top of the other but still having a stranger in the house was dangerous. 

Asmodeus didn't seem to mind that much though, he was chatting with her, asking her stuff about the village and he had chuckled the moment he noticed Mark's annoyed expression. She had given him a complement saying about how unfortunate it was for a young handsome man like him to be without a wife. It's obvious you want to volunteer. He said in his said and scoffed silently. 

After almost an hour she decides it was proper for her to leave since it was lunch time soon. Mark stood up, too eager to open the door for her and greeted her with a very bright smile. Asmodeus on the other hand remained seated on his chair looking at him with a playful grin.

"What?" Mark asked as he raised his eyebrow. Crossing his hands over his chest. Still standing at the doorframe. 

"You were jealous." The demon stated and the red haired boy scoffed loudly, pretending he was entertained by such a foolish comment.

"Me, jealous? Of what?"

"Her and the way she looked at me. Well,she was cute for a village girl maybe I should visit down there more often. I bet she would pay me attention." He said and sat back on his chair seeing how Mark was turning more and more frustrated.

"Suit yourself then. I wouldn't expect from a demon to be loyal. A demon of lust too." He stated and Asmodeus laughed. He stood up and approached the red haired but he closed the open door and walked to the other side of the room, clearly avoiding him. He grabbed the basket with the vegetables and fruits and chose a few to wash in a small basket they had to get the dirt off before he began chopping them aggressively.

"Stay loyal to who?" Asmodeus asked him. "Am I married and didn't know?" 

Mark was chopping the vegetables imagining that on that bench was Asmodeus' neck. The audacity this demon had to say something like this whole just a few hours ago he was making out with him in the yard was tremendous. He pierced the long and sharo knife through the thick would,the object making a heavuy sound before Mark turned around.

"No you're not married. Imagine if you were. I would pity that demon wife of yours "

"Why? I think I am a catch." He said with a smug expression, annoying Mark more with his confidence. 

"You are ridiculous." He mumbled and tried to return back to chopping his vegetables but the knife seemed to be stuck and he looked like like a complete idiot trying to get it out. Finally reaching the top level of his frustration he dumped what he was doing and paced in a hurry towards the demon, pointing at him with his index finger. "You don't kiss people and touch them just so you can go and flirt with village ladies. You don't tell people you like them just so you can chit chat with friendly girl who giggle and bat their eyelashes, you don't...."

"You're jealous." Asmodeus said again with a chuckle and Mark's eyes widened. 

"Stop saying I am jealous!" He shouted and stormed off, leaving the small house and getting inside the forest. He was annoyed. Very annoyed as he stepped heavily into the mud and broken branches. Why would he do something like that? Was infidelity a thing in their world? Were they even anything in the first place? He wondered in distress and let out a frustrated groan. He wasn't looking where he was going, taking turns at random points and ignoring the beauty of the lively forest. He had been walking for a while, tired he managed to calm down slightly and look around him.

Trees. He was surrounded by trees. Trees were everywhere. Some bushes too. That was all he could see. No pathways no way back. He looked up, the sky mostly hidden by the wide leaves. 

"You are an idiot!" He screamed at himself as he realized that not only had he acted like a jealous housewife but also he had ran off like a sad child and had gotten lost like an idiotic loser. He had changed so many identities in such a short time that he should be getting an award. 

He did attempt to find his way back, walking towards where he believed he had come from but there were no distinctive spots that could actually help him find the right path. He stood silent for a while realizing that he could hear the sound of water close by. He remembered that Asmodeus talked about a river in the forest and that if you followed it you would reach the end and find yourself outside the forest and at the start of the hill their house was on. He walked slowly trying not to lose the sound through all the crunching and snapping of fallen leaves and branches. Soon he faced a very big river that flowed wildly. It was wide and the water crushed through the big rocks in it as it flowed splashing water everywhere. 

He stood there wondering from what side he should follow it, right or left and he decided the latter. He approached the river and began walking again, looking around him for the first time and enjoying his surrounding. After a while he was lost in thought.

Why had he acted that way? He wondered. He knew this obnoxious demon for three days tops but for some reason he found himself feeling thing he didn't know he could. In just a few moments. Could it be that he had bewitched him? Mark wondered and laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. It was actually a lot simpler than that. Asmodeus was handsome, more than any other person he had ever seen. He was interesting, funny, smart and mysterious. Playful at times. His personality was almost ideal and he was the first person to treat Mark kindly. His kisses were filled with passion, his touches slow and caring. How could he, someone who had been lonely his whole life, alone and without anyone to show him even the slightest signs of love not be completely smitten by him? 

"You're screwed Mark." He told himself when suddenly while he kept walking his right foot stepped on a very sharp stone at the shore of the river. He gasped from the pain and lost his balance landing right into the freezing cold water. The currents were strong, pulling him away and he struggled to stay on the suffice. He swallowed water again and again, getting into his eyes many times until he managed to latch onto a rock that was protruding. It was slippery and the water hitting it mercilessly again and again made it smooth, making hard for Mark to hold on to. His clothes, dump and heavy were pulling him down, so did his shoes and he gasped as his head was once under water and then up again for the pattern to repeat itself many times.

He had to find a way and get out. He would die there, he would drown. He panicked as he looked around frantically. His heart was racing his lungs in pain and he cried, desperate.

"So when will you call me to save you?" He heard Asmodeus voice and with only one blink of his eyes the demon was in front of him, looking at him with a grin. "My damsel in distress." He said and Mark's eyes widened. Damsel in distress? Did he really say that. The red haired boy gritted his teeth.

"Fuck you!" He shouted and let go of the rock allowing the flow of the angry river to take him away.

"Mark!" Asmodeus shouted, his eyes widening as he saw the young man being taken away from me. "Mark!" He called out again. 

Mark was getting further and further away, his senses slowly letting him down as his body have up. You are indeed a prideful idiot. 

He heard a loud splash and soon someone was panting on his side. 

"Idiotic human." He heard Asmodeus mumble annoyed as he grabbed him. He didn't know how they got out. He was too tired to open his eyes but he felt perfectly well how Asmodeus threw him on the ground. "Mark!" He shouted and the red haired sensed his anger. 

Pretend you have fainted. He told himself and kept his eyes closed only to be slapped across the face.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed. "What was that for?" He asked and opened his eyes. The first thing he faced was the demon. Standing in front of him, his clothes wet as he panted. He was looking at him, his muscles tensed, an angry expression on his face but his eyes, his eyes were filled with worry as he looked at him from head to toe.

"Don't ever do something so stupid again. Ever!" He scolded him and Mark looked away.

"Why do you care. Go flirt with the village lady." He said. 

"What? Are you serious right now? How could you do something so foolish. Don't you know how...." Asmodeus began saying but he stopped. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh before he helped him get up. "Let's just go home. You will catch a cold." He told him and for some reason the red haired followed quietly. Asmodeus was walking in front of him as if he didn't want to be seen.

"We're you worried about me?" Mark asked.

"Yes. I rarely get scared but you had me shaking in terror. I won't be able to save you from anything. If your body hives out I won't be able to heal you Mark." He told him.

"I'm sorry." The red haired boy mumbled.

"I don't like the village ladies. I like you." He said and Mark's eyes widened. "So stay by my side." He continued his back still turned on him.

"Okay." Mark said and grabbed his shirt only for the demon to take his hand and entwine their fingers.