I Scored Myself A Mate

"You've lived for a thousand years and this is the best you could make?" mark asked him while munching on a piece of bread. "You scared off all staff away." He continued. 

He had taken Asmodeus to the kitchen, accepting his proposal for breakfast but unfortunately the moment they entered the room and the maid laid eyes on the scary demon they all ran off, leaving the two of them all alone. So Mark had ended up sitting in one of those tall wooden stools they had at the kitchen island and watched the demon as he roamed around in the kitchen searching for the ingredients to create his masterpiece as he had said. In the end Asmodeus had burned an omelet and overboiled a few vegetables only to decide that this was not one of his exquisite skills and force Mark to eat bread with butter and honey.

"Well, it's because I am not used to this kitchen" he said and Mark almost drowned with his bread because he wanted to laugh. "What? It's the truth." He told him with a pout. Before he sat down he poured himself a glass of water, deciding to sit opposite of the red haired human. 

Mark had been starving, death really did that to you, he had guess and ate everything. Almost five slices of bread and a huge glass of milk. The truth was that he had expected something more fancy and meal like but the effort was adorable enough. He couldn't help but wonder why this demon he had never seen before seemed to be so concerned with him, from the moment he had awakened he had noticed that. If Allias really did tell him to look out for him he could do it from a distance, minding his own business or he could not do it at all since he did look strong and scary enough to say no to the elf king. 

"Also, I did not want to scare away the maids." He mumbled embarrassed and with his hands he moved his hair in front of his face, attempting to hide his horns. Mark observed him as he tried to see through the long strands of wild hair and a very familiar warmth surrounded him. Without realizing it he moved his arm and placed the hair back, revealing Asmodeus' handsome face. 

"It's fine" the red haired boy told him. "You don't have to hide your face, those horns are actually pretty cool." The young man commented with a gentle smile. Asmodeus smiled back. That was it, the feeling that made him love Mark. He accepted everything the way they were, he was a monster indeed, with his rough appearance, he had never seen himself as nothing more than that. His wings only cast big shadows of death upon the world, his eyes were creepy and filled with madness while his horns showed his ugly nature. The fangs that he could never get rid of, only caused fear and were painted in blood. 

Mark did not see him like that though. He saw his wings as a mean to explore the endless sky, a way to feel the night chill caressing his skin. His horns were simply one more of his characteristics and his fangs made his smile even more attractive. The red haired man did not look in his eyes and saw madness, he did not think of his demonic nature, he just looked at him the way he wanted to be. 

"I look cool don't I?" he asked him with a cheeky grin and Mark took another bite from his bread as he scoffed. 

"Don't take pity compliments as the truth because you…" he began saying meaning to tease him when he gagged. He brought his hands in front of his mouth and in a hurry he jumped off the stool and ran towards the sink. It was happening again, he realized. He was vomiting. That stupid black thing escaped his lips, burning his throat and fell into the sink like a huge blob. Mark looked at it, his eyes wide as his heart sped up. What the hell was that? He wondered when he felt Asmodeus' palm rest on his shoulder. 

"Are you alright?" he asked him and the exorcist met his eyes. There it was again, that worry, that sadness. His whole expression had changed. The cocky smile was gone while his eyes did not ooze with confidence. He was scared. Asmodeus' eyes stared at the puke in the sink for a second but he couldn't stand it any longer, his chest hurt. 

"Disgusting, I know." Mark commented seeing how fast he looked away and wiped the black liquid from his lips. "Allias said this will keep happening for a while, since I was dead and all." He said, quoting the lies his best friend had told him and the demon forced himself to smile. 

"Well, not many people can say they've died and come back to life." Asmodeus told him and the red haired man nodded. 

"From now on you can call me Jesus." He joked and Asmodeus frowned. 

"No need to swear in front of me." He said and Mark stared at him confused. After a while his lips opened slightly as he understood. He blinked a few times before he started laughing loudly. 

"Really now? Was the Jesus reference a no because you're a demon?" he asked him, tears forming in his eyes. 

"No, but it make you laugh didn't it?" Asmodeus asked him back and the red haired man froze. It was this feeling again, that gut feeling that Asmodeus cared in a way he shouldn't. Not because he was a demon or a bad person but because he simply didn't have to. This whole idea had been stuck to Mark's brain and he couldn't stop making weird assumptions as to why he was here making him laugh after he had puked his guts out…literally. 

"Asmodeus…" Mark called out his name and the demon hummed in response. "Why do you care so much?" he asked him.