I Scored Myself A Mate

He was asleep. He had been like that for a while now. Silently laying on that bed, frowning from time to time as if he was having a bad dream. It was probably the first time he visited his room. It was simple, big but with a few stuff. A big bed with a beautiful carved sky, a round bathtub made of rose quartz and a corner couch, colored in a very light beige. 

Mark was standing on the side of the bed, his eyes examining carefully the new markings on Asmodeus' body. Chains, restraints. That's what they were and those led to Mark, the one who somehow had all the power in their relationship right now. The demon moved and slowly opened his eyes revealing his heterochromia. Black and yellow, both colors beautiful staring right into his face. He smiled gently and sat up, rubbing them for a bit so he could wake up.

"Hey" Asmodeus said, his voice low and raspy. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Just making sure you were alright. You know, it seemed like you were in pain." Mark told him. Asmodeus nodded.

"Believe me little human I definitely was." He smiled playfully "so how do you feel, having a new pet?" He asked him and Mark rolled his eyes. His familiars were not pets and he definitely couldn't think of Asmodeus following his every word.

"I don't think you are a pet."

"In the literal sense obviously not. But I am forced to do whatever you say. Contracts for higher demons are stricter than the ones for demon spirits."he explained and Mark's eyes widened.

"Wait, so what you're telling me is that you will do as I say? No matter what?" He asked the demon. 

"You look a bit too excited but yes." Asmodeus admitted and it was as if Mark's eyes turned into perfectly round circles. His jaw dropped and he looked like an actual cartoon. "So basically if you order me to jump off a window, remain on the ground without healing myself for all eternity I would be forced to do that." He explained in a very gruesome and detailed way. Mark frowned, imagining for a while the sight. 

"That's not exactly what I and in mind." He said and Asmodeus giggled.

"I can always be your sex slave." He told him playfully as he moved towards him. Mark took a sudden step back making the demon fall forward with his face right into the silk sheets. The red haired man stared at him for a second before he bursted out laughing with the sight.

"Very seductive indeed." He commented as Asmodeus resumed his former position. He scratched the back of his head and smiled slightly embarrassed. "I was thinking more of you doing my laundry and chores, you know."

"You want to turn me into a maid?" Amsodeus asked faking being insulted. He placed his hand over his chest, right on top of his heart. "I am one of the kings of hell. How could you."

"Isn't it simply because you don't know how to do it?" Mark asked him with a giggle.

"You taught me, I definitely can." 

"Believe me a lot has changed in three hundred years." Mark said and Asmodeus stared at him, silent. His face was still the same, his beauty never changing in all that time. He couldn't help but look at him and think of how much he loved him, especially when he laughed or smiled. His happiness was so attractive, the way his eyes creased, his perfect teeth and the sound of his laughter. 

"Has your love changed?" Asmodeus asked him boldly and the aura of the room suddenly had turned serious. Mark stopped laughing and blinked, surprised by the question. He took in a deep breath, biting his bottom lip as he though of an appropriate answer. 

"I don't know." He stated. "I'm sorry Asmodeus." He told him.

"Don't be sorry." The demon said but his sadness was obvious through his eyes. It was better than nothing, the demon told himself, trying to find some comfort. At least he didn't say his love had ended. That was something positive, wasn't it? "After everything that happened it's only natural. I didn't mean to make you feel cornered." 

"You didn't but Asmodeus..." Mark said but stopped. He was troubled, thinking if he should actually say what he was thinking. "I don't want to be walking around on eggshells with you. Also I don't want you to change. Be yourself. The man I met, I am trying really hard to not be scared. So you too, you can be yourself...the shelf I ....I came to love." 

"Myself would grab you and push you into that bed. Do you really want that?" Asmodeus asked with a sneaky smile. The red haired boy shook his head in a negative manner and the demon chuckled. He raised his strong arm and patted his head. "Do not worry little human." He told him. "But I do want to ask you something. Something I have been thinking for a while."

"What is it?"

"Mark, tell me. Who was the one who killed you?" 

Mark almost stopped breathing. He knew this topic would be brought back at some point but he didn't believe it would happen so soon. He wanted to avoid it but from Asmodeus' expression he was aware that something like that was not an option. The demon wanted to know, his curiosity, his need were emitting from his stance and by his arm which was ready to grab and stop him in case he decided to run away. "Who killed you Mark? Back then when you decided to come and release me from the demonic capital. Tell me" he told him again as if he was intending to remind him of his question. 

He would be hurt, he knew it. Mark was one hundred percent sure that the demon would feel bad and betrayed if he knew who was the person that stopped him from finding him, that killed him "Asmodeus..."

"No matter what it is. I can handle it." The demon stated.

"Your brother. The one who killed me was your twin brother." Mark revealed.