I Scored Myself A Mate

"Mark deserved to know what's going on. Remember my king, lies never end well. You've lived that too so you should know." He told him making the king turn pale. He knew, he was aware of that but in all honesty he hated to admit it.

"What truth?" A voice asked, questioning and their eyes met. Allias gasped. "What do I deserved to know?" Another question followed and the king simply wanted to disappear. He knew one day he would be exposed but not so soon, at least not until they had saved him.

"I am sorry Mark." The elf king told him with tears in his eyes. 

He was indeed sorry; his heart was breaking because in all honesty he didn't want to be the one that would tell him the bad news. He couldn't bear seeing his saddened face, the disappointment and sorrow. They could tell him to form a contract now, to present this idea as the only way but Allias didn't want Mark to be forced in such a decision.

"You took a while to return so I thought I should come here." Mark stated and his eyes landed on the elf king. "What should I know?" he asked. "Why are you crying?"

"Mark, I think there is something you need to know." Theseus said, taking away the burden from Allias. The elf king was barely holding his tears in, there was no way he would be able to explain things properly. "Come in, sit down." He told him and showed the doctor's chair. Mark entered the room and sat, making himself comfortable. Asmodeus followed him inside and stood behind him, his heart was beating frantically, how much would they reveal? What would they say? The demon was afraid he would lose his chance. 

"Tell me now, there is no reason to stall. I suppose it's not really good anyways. Haven't heard good news in a while." He stated. Allias had turned his back on them, for him to be so dramatic the red haired man knew that something had gone terribly wrong, he was trying to prepare himself but Theseus' words were so unexpected he froze. 

"Something went wrong when we brought you back. In result your spirit returned to your body. The problem is that your physical body remained dead. It simply means that you are alive but in a dead body. You are rotting from the inside out, that's why your keep throwing up that thing and that's also why your hand got off but you didn't feel much." He explained. Mark blinked, his breath stopped and he tried to think. 

"So what you're saying is that I will die, again." He said, trying more to convince himself rather than ask for a definition. Theseus nodded, his face serious and the red haired men stood up. He approached his best friend, placing his hand on his back and looked at him. Allias was indeed crying, biting his lip as he didn't want to make any noise. "Are you alright?" he asked. 

"You shouldn't be asking me that." Allias said and Mark chuckled. 

"Dude, you look horrible, there is snot on your face." He said and Allias turned around. He grabbed mark and hugged him. Mark hugged him back, resting his chin on his shoulder with a bitter smile. "Come on, you're magical powerful beings. I am sure there will be something. And even if there isn't, I mean I've lived quite the life, not many could say that in their twenty years."  He told Allias and the king stopped holding him, he took a step back and observed his friend. Thin, pale and weak, looking exhausted with purple bags underneath his eyes, a hand missing. "Oh, Allias now we kind of match!" he joked and the king laughed loudly. It was a mixture of unbearable sadness and the acknowledgement of the irony all around them. The two friends laughed, trying to push their sadness away when Asmodeus cut in. 

"What if I could save you?" he asked him and Mark blinked. He tilted his head to the side while a frown appeared on his face. 

"How?"

"Form a contract with me, I will share my life and power with you. Forever." Asmodeus said and Mark's eyes widened. He gasped, shocked. He was an exorcist, he was very knowledgeable in the ways of demons and forming a contract with such a powerful demon would be suicide for Asmodeus. He would be a laughingstock at the demonic capital and many people would feel that they could kill him. Why would he put himself in such danger?

"Why? Do you know what you're proposing means? Why would you want to do something like this?" Mark kept asking him and Asmodeus took in a deep breath. He was scared, terrified and anxious. He was so afraid of rejection, the hardness in his eyes, the cold in his voice. There was no turning back now, he had already exposed himself, he had already become vulnerable so what else was there? He had to risk everything to receive everything. Mark was that for him, his everything, his world. 

"Because I love you. I always did." Asmodeus announced bravely and Mark shook his head, shivering as if he had seen a ghost.     

"You are insane" Mark mumbled, his brown orbs avoiding Asmodeus' eyes and he turned around. He felt like he was suffocating, he desperately wanted to leave. There was no room for him here and the demon's sad eyes felt like a rock on his chest. "I want to go." He said and pushed gently Allias to the side. "I…"

"Mark wait." Allias called out. "You should listen. There is a way to keep you alive so…"

"I am sorry." Asmodeus said, making him stop on his track. He had his back turned on him, Mark didn't want to meet his eyes, he didn't wish to see his expression. It hurt him too much. "I know this might shock you, it sounds horrible but I am not lying. I swear. I want to help you." 

"How can you say that?" Mark asked him and turned around filled with anger. "How can yous ay that when you murdered me!" he shouted at the demon. 

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