I Scored Myself A Mate

"I thought you were going to force me to form a contact with you by using my parents." He told him. 

"I was going to but then I change my mind." Asmodeus said. Mark tilted his head to the side. He was still standing, looking at the demon from above, cornering him in a way but Asmodeus didn't mind. He felt satisfied even with the fact that the red haired exorcist wasn't trying to run away from him.

"Why did you change your mind?" He asked him and the demon king sighed before he parted his lips, ready to explain.

"Everything that has to do with you hurts." He began saying, making Mark's eyes widen. "The thought of losing you hurts, the thought of killing you hurts, the thought of emotionally hurting you hurts, your saddened or hateful expression hurts. I feel like I'm walking on broken glass with you. I want you to live, I am begging you to survive because I don't know what will happen to me if you don't. It sounds selfish I know but please. This pain, I can't stand it so no matter what you want. If you want me to disappear, never show my fave to this world again I will do it so please live. Do not die just because you despise me. I know what I did was horrible, I know I could never be forgiven but don't let yourself go because I am a monster." Asmodeus said.

"I don't hate you. I don't despise you." Mark immediately corrected him. "I love you, still and that's the worst and most frightening part." He confessed. 

"What does that mean?" Asmodeus asked him, almost in awe. He couldn't really believe his ears. Had Mark just said he loved him or was his just wishful thinking? His desperate mind trying to create a less hurtful result. 

"It means that from the first moment I met you I knew of the darkness in you, I could see it, sense it in a way but still I loved you. The way your soul seemed to soothe when I was around you. I liked people, I can say I even considered loving some before I got my memories back but you…what I felt to you always paled in comparison and that's scary. It's so scary Asmodeus. Am I insane? Sometimes I thought I could be, loving someone who can kill me with the snap of his fingers, someone who did it just because he lost his composure. Why? I don't want this." Mark confessed. Tears had gathered in his tired eyes. His body was in pain, every inch of it and his heart too. Why loving had to be so terrifying? Why did he have to look into this demon's eyes and feel so perplexed? He wanted to jump in his embrace, shower him with kisses but at the same times his body would freeze, his mind would alarm him and stop him from doing anything. Because he was dangerous. He could hurt him again. 

"I am sorry Mark." Asmodeus said as he stood up. He took a step forwards, wanting to approach the red head but he instinctively stepped back, making him feel disappointed. "I know it's not enough, me saying that I am sorry. I swear if I could go back in time I would erase everything, I would never hurt you like this. I love you, you have no idea how I feel about you, how hard it is for me to describe this…this mess in my heart." He told him with a sigh and his eyes traveled on the flowers. His gaze was stuck on one of them, a pretty yellow one, vibrant and oozing with life. He walked towards it and cut it. For a second Mark thought he was planning to give it to him but he was wrong. Asmodeus held it in his hand and started talking again. "If I let go, everything around me decays." He said and slowly the flower began to wither, as if someone had poisoned it. "I never knew how pleasant life could be, I never had imagined how things would be if I let go and someone didn't just wither around me. Mark you didn't wither, you accepted me and I hate myself for making you fear me. You, the only person who never shivered in my presence but please, live. Form this contract with me and give me another chance, for as long as it takes." 

Mark could see clearly his sincerity. The remorse in his eyes that was slowly suffocating him to the point that his eyes became teary and droplets of salty water trailed paths on his pale skin. Asmodeus was trully a mess. No more confident, no more thinking that he could do anything he wanted but weak and begging. Mark sighed as he wrapped his arms around himself. He felt cold, as if he has been surrounded by cold ice all this time. 

"I will do it." He stated and Asmodeus stared at him with wide eyes. "I will form the contract with you. But Asmodeus remember this, I don't hate you for killing me." He said, tears gathering in his eyes. "I hate you for ruining my love. For filling me with dear and taking away that security I felt with you. You took everything good that I felt and now I am just in pain." He said as he cried. "I know you didn't want any of this but you still did it. We will be bound together for eternity but I don't even know if that's enough for me to see you the same way again. I am sorry." The red haired man said and turned around. He didn't want to be seen as sensitive and weak, he didn't want his tears to match the demon's. Asmodeus did not attempt to face him. He just stood behind him as he placed his want palm on his shoulder.

"It's alright. I can wait, I will wait and believe me Mark I will accept everything that will happen. Even if one day you find someone you love more I will accept that too. All I want is for you to live, to smile again. That would be enough for me. We can form the contract tonight. I will notify the others" he told him.

When Mark turned around the demon had already disappeared, only a black feather was left alone on the white wooden floor of the gazebo. The red haired human picked it up carefully, feeling how soft it was to the touch. He kept it close to his heart and then examined it with his eyes underneath the sunlight. He used to love flying with Asmodeus but now all he could think of was, what if he dropped me? It was such a depressing and destructive way of thinking. He was aware of that but he felt like he couldn't really do anything else. He couldn't forget and even if he was immature or a coward he couldn't let go. All he could do was simply hide in a corner and wait. Wonder if one day he would get to feel the way he felt before. Secure, happy and excited around him.

He left the pretty garden after he admired the beautiful flowers for one last time. His steps were slow and tired and when he reached his room he instantly laid on his bed. The sheets smelled nice, like orange blossoms and his face was hurried deep in the pillow. It was a silk pillowcase and it was stuffed with feathers. Soft and comfortable the red haired man wished he could stay there longer. Enjoy the feeling of relaxing on this bed but he knew that in a few hours his life once more would drastically change. Had it been one year or maybe even less ever since he got into that taxi with Allias, Alex at the time. Everything had happened so fast. He had met werewolves, witches, demons, gods, angels and elves. He had fallen in love and fallen out of love just to realize he wasn't so simple himself. 

"Master." He heard a timid voice and his eyes followed the source. It was Ignis, standing at the corner of the room, looking at him with a worried expression. "How are you feeling?" He asked him.

"Horrible but soon I will be fine."

"So you will form the contract with him? It's going to be dangerous. Please... We are all worried." 

"It's alright Ignis. Don't worry. He won't be able to harm me. He will automatically be harming himself too." Mark explained but still the familiar did not seem to be satisfied.

"People will come after you. He doesn't know...about the man who murdered you. If that horrible man finds out that you are bound to Asmodeus bad things will happen." He wanted him and Mark smiled, trying to calm the demon spirit down.

"It's alright. The past is in the past. I doubt that this monster would like to bother with me again and I am planning to form the contract in secret. No one has to know about it."

"But master. It is impossible to keep a contract secret. Especially in Asmodeus' case." Ignis said.