I Scored Myself A Mate

Family. Every person has that word differently explained to themselves. Some of them have it deep in their hearts, some of them on their minds while others don't feel anything for it. Family was a tie that you couldn't just forget so easily and even if you never had anything to do with it context still it was quite shocking to lose a part of it. 

Maybe sometimes even if you knew that was the way things were supposed to be, you still hurt. Good or bad blood at the end of the day was blood and no matter the hate or the love death was irreversible. No turning back, no apologies nor make ups. It was the end and suddlenly the word family somehow in a very peculiar way seemed to have a meaning again. 

"How are you feeling?" The red haired man asked him. They were outside, bathed by the bright sun, hoping to escape for a while from the commotion of the busy palace.

Mark was really fond of the gardens. He could stroll through the paved pathways for hours looking at the blossoming trees and flowers. The vibrant green grass and the blue of the lakes. The water was crystal clear, small fishes swimming merrily in it. Their backs shimmered once the sunlight hit them, orange, golden and silver. Even if the inside was a chaos, people running a d shouting, Allias in a frenzy most of the time the outside, the nature of the elf kingdom was always in a constant calmness. A calmness all of them seemed to need.

The red haired exorcist had found a tree, it's shade spreading wide and he had rushed underneath it, plopping on the dump grass and spreading his legs and his arms. Asmodeus as always had followed him, sitting beside him.

"I am perfectly fine. He was a jerk." The demon stated. 

Mark stared at him with the corner of his eye. To most people he might have seemed fine, a grin spreading on his face as he looked at the entrance of the palace. His boyfriend knew better though, his stance and his movements. This stillness he felt at the moment signaled very clearly that he wasn't perfectly fine. Asmodeus was always moving, talking or teasing. At the moment he was simply gazing and that made him anxious. He couldn't help but wonder why everyone tried to hard to hide their emotions. Was feeling things conceived as a weakness? 

"He was your brother Asmodeus. How can you be fine?" Mark asked him. 

"I am a demon Mark. Things are not that simple like brother and sister, mum and dad. I don't have a family. It's just that....we got along." Asmodeus said.

"You liked him. I knew that, you talked about him a lot. There is no reason to try and hide your sorrow. Especially from me." Mark said and his palm rested on his thigh. Asmodeus hadn't looked at him in the eyes yet, he was focused on the delicate design of the gate. 

"You know, everything here is so beautiful. So elegant like everything would break if you touched it without care. My home was never like that, if you looked at something for too long you would get depressed. Scenes of bloodshed and guts. It was always like that. Some people found art in the horrid expressions, the wide eyes filled with fear but I never viewed it as art. It was simply doom, an unavoidable future and it scared me. Here all I can do is look and my soul seems to be at peace. It's quite strange indeed." Asmodeus said. 

Mark frowned. This was obviously not the answer he was expecting and honestly he didn't know how to reply. He tilted his head to the side, meeting the demon.

"Did I ask you about art?" He asked him and Asmodeus started laughing. It was short and melodic, making the corners of his eyes wrinkle adorably and Mark smiled. His stupidity was funny at least, he thought.

"No you certainly did not. It's just that I think it would be really horrible of me to feel sad about someone who tried to hurt this place. Doesn't that mean that I belong there? If I have feelings of frief inside me? I don't want to be just another scene in their walls of terror." Amsodeus said and Mark breathed in. 

The demon was always scared of his nature, ever since he met him he was always trying to distance himself from it as if he wanted people to forget who he was. He didn't want to be seen as Asmodeus, one if the kings of hell. Maybe that was the reason of his easy going attitude, his constant smiles. He was trying to make people feel comfortable but everyone, the moment they understood who he was felt terrified. He was like a gentle monster, hoping to make a friend. Mark felt instantly sad. He should be able to grief, he was a member of his family after all and the pain of losing the idea of that was painful. That didn't mean he supported his brother in any of his actions so why did he think it was like that? 

"Asmodeus..."

"The witch..." The demon said, interrupting him. He looked as if he was deep in thought, lost in his own mind and was voicing his concerns out loud. "The witch was scared of me. We've never even met you know, if you don't count that time in your head. She was scared of me. Even though I was with all of you she still tried to stand as further away from me as she could and wouldn't meet my eyes" he said and laughed bitterly. "I didn't say anything you know but I noticed it. I wonder what do I have to do for people not to look at me like a monster " He mumbled. 

Mark had heard him loud and clear he couldn't let him keep talking though. The meaning of his words was hurtful filled with so much self hatred it pained him too. He turned around, sitting face to face with him and sighed. His red hair glowed beautiful in the places the sun hit them and his warm eyes were looking at him with concern. 

"You're so stupid." He said and Asmodeus seemed to be surprised for a second but in the end he smiled.

"I know." He agreed. Mark took his hand in his, entwining their fingers.

"You can still hurt for someone's death and not agree with their actions. He was someone you cared about the fact that he chose the wrong oath would not change that. The memories you have with him, those were precious to you and you are feeling sorry for the fact that you won't be able to have more of them anymore. That doesn't mean you support him. We care about people even if they are bastards. Unfortunately we can't stop our feelings so easily. You do not belong with them, that's obvious. You are kind and caring. No person that knows you would think that a d for other people, fuck them. Who cares if some random witch was scared of you? You're cool, like really cool and you should be proud of that. Not everyone is going to be open to something different and you don't have to care about those people and their opinions because they are based on false facts. I love you and the guys like you even if they don't want to admit it because they are too stuck up but even if they didn't fuck them too my feelings wouldn't change for you." Mark told him and caressed his cheek. "You are not a monster, you are simply you. Asmodeus a kind and sexy demon" he told him with a cheeky smile. Amsodeus blinked a few times, hearing him say all that was unexpected but still he appreciated it. He leaned in closer, slowly and kissed him on the lips. 

"Thank you. I just don't want you to one day be embarrassed of being with me. I want to be better." 

"What are you talking about? Why would I be embarrassed? You are the hottest person, being, demon I don't know that I have ever seen. I won't be embarrassed I will fucking exhibit you like a prize." Mark told him and jumped in his arms, pushing him back and making him land on the ground.

"That's good to hear" Asmodeus said, his accent making him sound even sweeter. Mark kissed his cheek and hugged him, resting his head on his chest as he spoke.

"It's okay to feel sad. It's okay to feel things and if you don't want the whole world to know it's okay too. Just tell me, I will help ease the pain. I promise. I will always be here for you. We are stuck together after all so do it." 

"Is that an order mister contract holder?" Asmodeus asked him 

"No, it's a choice."