I Scored Myself A Mate

Mark had been moved to his room. Soldiers had carefully carried him back with Allias' order and laid him on his bed. The doctor had rushed in when he was called and after giving him some kind of remedy, one that strongly smelled of cumin and had a very vibrant orange color, he had managed to get him to sleep with a relaxing herbal tea. Mark when he realized that something has been terribly wrong with him he had begun crying, wailing, asking Allias what was happening. 

The elf king felt powerless. He had no idea what was happening with his friend, why he was throwing up these kind of things and why he didn't seem to remember Asmodeus. Everything had once more turned into a bloody mess with the difference that mark's life was on the line once more. Allias always lost it every time his best friend was concerned, his worry grew, like a well fed monster torturing him and that what was happening to him right now, as he paced anxiously in the meeting room waiting for the doctor to return from his check up on Mark and answer their questions. 

Everyone had joined the meeting. The familiars stood on a corner of the room, denying to mingle with them something about demon world rules and etiquette that Allias didn't really pay attention too and everyone else, the usual group was sitting in the comfortable seats around the long table. 

"Allias, please, sit down. The doctor won't come earlies if you make us all dizzy" Ares commented and the king gave him a deadly glare. 

"Shut up Ares." He scoffed and the Disee prince sighed. He fell back on his chair, slowly getting used to being told to shut up and placed his arms behind his head, averting his gaze from the anxious prince and looking at the ceiling. 

"I am sure mark will be fine, there is no need to worry. Maybe it's because of the resurrection. There might be a slight problem or something. Let's just wait and see." Ea said, attempting to comfort him but nothing seemed to calm the king. He was restless and tense, his jaw clenched as he sighed. 

He had resurrected Mark once, he doubted he could do it once more if things went terribly wrong. He needed answers, he needed a plan and he needed them now. He looked at the door, cursing inside his head about how old the doctor was. It seemed like ages had passed from the moment he had been told to patiently wait for him in the meeting room. Did he die of old age on the way? He wondered angrily when finally, the double doors seemed to move. The white haired doctor with the round glasses on the bridge of his nose entered the room quietly but still managed to catch everyone's attention. Allias rushed towards him, standing right in front of him and began asking him questions, one after the other, with no end giving him not even a split second to reply. 

"Say something!" Allias said agitated but the doctor didn't seem to react badly. He just bypassed the frantic king and sat on a chair, leaving his little leather suitcase on the shiny floor. 

"My king calm down first and sit down. There is a lot we need to talk about." He told him and Allias in a hurry sat on the head of the table. 

"I am sorry." He apologized realizing how rude he must have been and he felt guilty for a moment about the mean thoughts he had. That was until his worry about Mark managed to overcome everything and make him feel like he was being electrocuted once more. "Please tell me what's wrong." He begged him and the doctor nodded. He opened his little suitcase as he rested it on the floor and took out a few papers. His notes. He coughed a few times clearing his throat and finally decided to speak. 

"I am not aware of the spell the witches used but it is a very dark one. The thing is they brought his spirit back to his body but what they didn't do was make his body alive again. I don't if what I am saying makes any sense but your friend my king is rotting from the inside out. He is inhabiting a dead body at the moment" The doctor explained and everyone stared at him dumbfounded. "About his memory loss, that is a whole different case. Some times our brains seem to seal away our hurtful memories. That is why the human decided to completely forget the demon, probably because he had caused him a great amount of pain. It is a simple way to cope with things." He explained but no one seemed to care about something so insignificant as his memory loss at the moment. 

"What are we supposed to do then?" Allias asked with tears in his eyes. "Is he going to die?" 

"I…about that I am sorry but I don't know. The most possible outcome is that he will die in a few days, maybe a week at best. I am sorry." The doctor told him with a saddened expression and Allias collapsed. His body fell on the table as he smacked his fist on the hard wood making it shutter. 

"Allias…" Theseus called out his name but he couldn't say anything else. Everything they did was in vein. All the troubles, all the thinking. Mark had returned just so he could relive a more painful death. He was rotting, Theseus realized and wondered how horrible it could be, the pain he felt. 

"There is a way!" Asmodeus said loudly, making Allias focus on him. 

"What way?" he asked. 

"Mark must make a contract with me." He announced and Ignis spoke up for the first time. 

"You must be completely insane. This is not a simple matter. How could you purpose something like that? A contract must be at the person's full will and he doesn't remember you! How will you succeed that in a few days?" he asked him.

"Will that let Mark live?" Allias asked, looking at Asmodeus. 

"Yes."

"Then you must do it. No matter what." He announced.