I Scored Myself A Mate

Day one

Asmodeus had spent the whole night yesterday thinking, plotting of a way to get close to Mark and make him trust him. That way he would manage him easier and propose a contract with him. He was the demon of lust, he was an actual demon, a very powerful trickster but even the thought of plotting against him, or tricking him made him feel disgusted. If Mark remembered him, if he still loved him things would be a lot easier but now it was as if he was starting from point zero. 

He hadn't realized when morning came and only when he heard the bird's annoying chirping he got off his bed. He headed towards his window intending to close it and try to get some sleep when he noticed someone in the garden. It was barely dawn but Mark was out there, wrapped with a woolen blanket around him, taking a stroll. Asmodeus decided he should grasp this chance and talk to him. The demon placed his palms on the window frame and swiftly jumped outside, landing right in front of the human like an enormous cat. 

Mark, suddenly seeing him in front of him gasped and took a step back. His blanket fell on the dump grass and the demon king grabbed it in a hurry so it wouldn't get wet. The young exorcist stared at him with a very suspicious look and Asmodeus froze. 

"I…"

"What do you want?" Mark asked him aggressively and the demon blinked. What did he want? He wondered, trying to think of an excuse but nothing came to his mind. Surrounded by the beautiful scenery, the demon would easily find a way to woo him, make him blush but ever since he lost him, it seemed he had lost his touch, or he was simply too guilty to pursue him. "Hello?" Mark called out, waving his hand in front of him and Asmodeus smiled awkwardly. 

"It's cold out, what are you doing here?" The demon asked him and the human cocked an eyebrow. Wondering this person was talking to him. "Are you feeling any better? In your condition it would be best to rest." 

"Thanks for your concern but I don't really need it" Mark told him with a cheeky smile and Asmodeus' heart fluttered. Why was he so perfect? Even like this, pale and weak he had still a very strong and fierce personality. He wasn't scared of him, he didn't mind his presence and he didn't treat him differently just because he was scary. Asmodeus couldn't help but grin. 

"You know; I am your caretaker. Allias is busy organizing a ball so I will be taking care of you. Being around you twenty-four seven." He said and Mark scoffed. 

"No thanks." He told him and turned around, intending to leave but Asmodeus stopped him. He placed the blanket gently on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around him together with the soft material and approached his ear, whispering. 

"I wasn't offering. Sorry but you can't run away from me." He said, his hot breath landing on Mark's neck. He shivered but decided not to comment on the Demon's words. He freed himself from his arms and grabbed the comfortable blanket before he started walking again. Asmodeus remained quiet, he followed him though, walking behind him, his hands resting lazily in the pockets of his jeans. 

Mark was walking around for a while, he rounded the garden two or three times and by the time he was bored the sun was already up and elves began to appear as they attended their daily chores. The exorcist had noticed Asmodeus, he was aware of him all this time and he couldn't help but feel agitated. He could hear his footsteps on the grass, the breaking of the twigs underneath his feet and he felt like he was being watched constantly, which he was and he definitely did not like it. After he had enough he turned around, angry. 

"Are you going to keep this up?" He asked him loudly and noticed that Asmodeus was gone. He looked around, frowning being sure that the demon was here a few seconds ago when he heard rustling. It was coming from the tree above him and Mark raised his hand only to be surprised once more. 

Asmodeus popped off the thick leaves, landing upside down in front of him, his legs his only support on the tree's branch. He looked at him with wide eyes as their faces were centimeters apart and for the first time he observed his characteristics. His slanted eyes, different colors and his horns, protruding from his forehead. His plump lips and his sharp fangs. Pointy ears and long messy black hair he looked so…outworldy. Mark thought and realized he was actually really fond of the view of his face. Blushing by the realization he turned his face to the side and Asmodeus giggled. 

"Twenty-four seven." He repeated and a crack was heard. Both of them looked up, the demon's eyes widening as the branch seemed to break. "Oh, shit" he mumbled and soon he was messily falling and landing on the dump grass. Mark looked at the pile of legs and arms for a second. All of Asmodeus' hair had fallen in front of his hair making him look like some kind of terrifying ghost and he blew on them, making the hairs rise and reveal his big frown. 

So this was a very strong and mighty demon? Mark wondered and started laughing loudly. Asmodeus heard him, as he tried to detangle himself and smiled, bitterly, hiding his expression from the human. That laugh, he loved it but at the same time it made his heart ache. The last time he had seen Mark, the last time the human remembered him it was horrible. Crying and pleading, begging and the sound of his last breath. Hearing him laugh now and him being the cause of it was a blessing and a curse, since it made him relive his guilt. 

"Maybe I will keep you around. You're entertaining." Mark said as Asmodeus stood up and the charming demon took a step towards him. 

"And hot." He added making mark gasp and take a step back. He turned his back on him.

"I am hungry." He mumbled, flustered and Asmodeus found himself walking to his side.

"How about I make you some breakfast?" 

....

Hello everyone! Follow me on insta! There I post book content and many sketches, aesthetics based on the book. There are also sketches of the characters. Hope you will like them! @yaminoyosei