I Scored Myself A Mate

"I guess you won. I hurt you, didn't I? I am sorry Asmodeus." He said. Maybe he deserved to be unhappy, for everything he did to him. 

The demon froze like a blazing storm surrounded him. His bones were stuck, he couldn't move and his skin felt as cold as snow. Mark's words were not the ones he expected, he realized as he sat on the bed. His eyes focused on the red head's face. He was crying, silently tears slipped from the corners of his kind eyes and Asmodeus' heart felt for the first time in three hundred years how heartbreak was like all over again. 

"Are you serious?" Asmodeus asked him as he stood up. "You mean that you really did exorcise me because you were told to." He said. He took a few steps towards him, his body stiff, his face unwavering as he looked down on the shorter young man. 

Mark could explain. He could just tell him everything now but it was as if his heart wasn't letting him. This guilt that had been awakened in him, that aching torture he couldn't simply forget it. He couldn't let it go and just pretend everything would be alright. It wasn't fair. The three hundred years Asmodeus spent restrained in hell, a place he hated because Mark had forced him to were nothing compared to his death. He was just a meaningless human. 

"Yes. I was told to do it so I did. I lost your bet Asmodeus so, will you kill me now?" The red haired asked before he took a step back, finding himself trapped between the cold wall and the demon king. Asmodeus examined his face, he was looking at him as if he was some kind of rare soeciment. Thinking. "Will you kill me or not!" Mark said raising his tone.

"Why are you crying?" The demon asked him.

"I am scared to die. That's all. " Mark lied and wiped his tears in a hurry, dumping the edges of his sleeves. He was trying to avoid the handsome demon, he would look between his eyes and not right into them, scared that if he met the combination of yellow and black every memory he had with him would forcefully push through his defenses. He could be a coward now. He couldn't ask for forgiveness. He couldn't ask for the love he so desperately craved. It was impossible. He deserved to be punished.

"You're lying." Asmodeus mumbled. "You're lying." His gaze was lost, disappointed as he phrased those words. He shook his head, trying to think but he simply stood there, confused.

"Don't tell me you wanted me to remember so I would tell you there was some kind of conspiracy behind all of these? That's what you waited for three hundred years to hear? That I was actually good? That I loved you?" Mark asked him surprised by his own train of thought. Could it be true? Could he be right about the demon's plan? Asmodeus never intended to kill him, he was intending to get him back, he had believed in him, even imprisoned and restrained he had waited. Tears swelled up in Mark's eyes again. These past few months he had cried many times. Probably more than in his whole life but now, this was the time that it hurt the most. The teardrops felt like acid on his skin, Asmodeus face was a depiction of his greater sin. Forcing his loved one to damnation. Was it possible for him to be with the demon after that? He couldn't forgive himself no matter how hard he had tried. Asmodeus did not answer him. He felt exposed, his darkest secret reveal. "How much did you love me to keep believing in me after three hundred years? Are you a fool?" He asked him and the demon gifted him with a bitter smile, filled with disappointment.

"I...I didn't know what love was, until I met you so you tell me, how much could you love someone when they become your world?" Asmodeus told him and Mark felt his breath get stuck in his throat. His heart was racing, his palms sweating from the anxiety. He missed him, he hurt, he loved him. Oh, how he loved him, standing so close to him and not being able to caresse his face, to kiss his soft lips was more than torture. Divine punishment the denial of his love, an utter nightmare the fact that he couldn't lay on him and listen to his heartbeat as he fell asleep. He couldn't. He simply couldn't.

"You must be really disappointed." Mark said. "All you did was in vain. You can kill me now. You can punish me for everything I did. Do it!" The red haired man provoked him and Asmodeus' slammed him on the wall, his fingers wrapping around his neck.

"How could you do it? After everything I did for you? After all the love I gave you....How?!" He told him, tightening his string grip. Mark could feel it. The stinging on his lungs as the air in them slowly disappeared. He could feel getting lightheaded and he struggled, coughing loudly as his life was literally escaping from his half opened lips. He tasted his salty tears as they trailed a path towards his mouth. They were bitter, somehow they tasted bad, disgusting.

Asmodeus looked at him. The sound his dry throat made, the way he scratched his arm, the way his tears slid from his eyes. He wasn't smiling anymore. He never did. He was hurt. Asmodeus had hoped. He had helplessly hoped that one day he would hear his voice again, he would let him explain, he would find out about some hidden truth he had probably missed out but none of these happened. The strong had remained the same and that angered him. His stupidity seemed humiliating to him and as he tightened his grip the more his own chest hurt. He was going to kill Mark, like he had said.

The human exorcist would disappear from his sight again. He would see his auburn hair again nor would he be worshipped by his loving gaze. He wouldn't woke up by the sound of his laughter and the taste of his body, his shriveling under his touch would stop. His face would fade from his memory, it would take time. A century maybe two but in the end Mark would be just a bad memeory.

No. It was impossible. Asmodeus knew that. It was impossible for him to forget Mark. It was impossible to stay away from him. It was impossible for him to kill him. 

He let go of his grip and the boy gasped hungrily asking for air. Asmodeus' head fell and landed on Mark's shoulder. 

"I can't do it. I just can't." Asmodeus mumbled and Mark felt his shirt get wet.

"You're crying?" The red haired human asked in shock. He had never seen him cry.