I Scored Myself A Mate

Asmodeus stood there frozen, looking at Mark's lifeless body. No matter how many times he screamed his name, no matter how many times she shook him up nothing happened. He had remained like this, with an expression of pure anguish on his face and tears in the corners of his eyes. He had done it, he had really killed him.

The small was too small to contain his anguish and the world was too big for him to find a shelter for his scarred soul easily. He looked around confused. He couldn't realize it, he couldn't process what he had done. Even though bloody tears were landing on Mark's body, even though his heart was aching as if it was about to spot Asmodeus could not believe that he had just killed him.

He had been waiting for three hundred years to be freed just to do this? Just to kill the man he loved? No, no, it was impossible. He would never do something like that.

"Hey, Mark. Wake up" he mumbled, shaking him once more only to hear the endless silence. He sat on the floor and hugged his body. "No, I would never do something like that." He cried and looked at Mark. He caressed his cheek, removing a few strands of hair from his face. He had always been so pretty. Especially when he smiled. Now there would no longer be a smile. Nothing. He was just ana empty shell. "Ignis! Get out here now!" Asmodeus screamed in the air and soon the three familiars appeared. Their eyes immediately landed on their master, his lifeless body.

"Not again! We don't have much time." Arpaia said. "We will disappear soon."

"You killed him?" Ignis asked. "You killed him!" He screamed in his face but Asmodeus was not looking at him, nor did he care about his outburst. He only cared of finding a way to fix this. He couldn't bring a human back to life. It would be impossible, he was a demon, he was death. "How could you..."

"Help me." Asmodeus mumbled surprising him. "Please help me. How do I fix this? How do I fix him?" He asked with tears in his eyes.

"We don't have much time. Since Mark is dead we will disappear too." Kage told him.

"You can't fix death Asmodeus." Ignis told him.

"No, there must be a way. I..."

"You know. All he did was try to protect you. The exorcist threatened him that if he didn't lock you away they would crush your soul. He had no other option. He simply wished for you to live. We even went in hell to free you! He was being tortured down there for two years trying to find you! All that just for him to get murdered before he could get to you! Is this how you repay him?" Ignis asked him. He knew none of this. Mark had been murdered? By whom? Who would dare to kill his lover. Mark was strong he wouldn't die that easily from a low ranked demon.

"The time is ending." Arpaia said.

"Ignis! Wait! What am I supposed to do?" He asked the demonic spirit. He looked at him filled with hate. Their bodies slowly began to disappear, turning into dust. From their feet to their head one by one returned to their small mental prison now that Mark was gone.

"You can't fix death." Ignis told him one last time and left him alone. Again he was alone with Mark's corpse in his arms unable to do anything. He looked at him, the sight of his pale face, the coldness of his body were torturing. All the signs of death, all the signs of his lover being gone were there. Now there was only a body left. Only bones and flesh until they rotted away too. Becoming one with the earth.

"I am sorry Mark. I am so sorry." He cried. So this was what true anguish felt like, Asmodeus felt it for the first time. He had known pure anger, he had known disappointment and love. All because of Mark, all because of their memories together but this anguish, this pain was something he never wished to experience. He wished to forget this pain, erase this new found feeling in his heart. He had never feared death, he had never woken up thinking that one day he would die but now, as he felt this pain like a hand clenching mercilessly his heart he believed it was possible. He believed he could die right there in front of Mark, right next to his body. Even if he chose to take his own life though they would not be together. How could he be in the same place as him? The universe was mocking him. With every thought he made he was reminded that there was nothing to be done. No way for them to be together. Because they were so different.

"How do I bring you back?" He mumbled, his tear still flowing. Fiery red rivers. He couldn't stop them nor did he care to do so. All he needed right now was a solution, an answer, someone to tell him what he didn't know.

He stood up and took Mark in his arms. He tried to avoid looking at his face, he couldn't bare to. He headed towards the balcony where he spread his wide dark wings, feeling the breeze caress them. He pushed his feet and then found himself in the air, flying between the clouds. He had shown Mark the sky, the clouds, he had heard him laugh but now there was only silence as he headed to his destination. There was nothing else he could do. He couldn't do this on his own.

Thankfully his journey didn't take long. He landed on the soft grass right in front of the entrance of the majestic palace, holding Mark tightly, scared that someone would take him away from him.

"Allias! Allias!"he started screaming and soon people began gathering. Taken aback by his enormous feathers, his peculiar appereance and the fact that he held the body of the king's friend made everyone stay back.

Soon Allias appeared, running outside with his green eyes widened. He looked at Asmodeus then his gaze wandered to Mark's body. His lips parted, his hands formed fists and his stare could simply terrify anyone that received it.

"What did you do?" Allias shouted and the earth began to shake.