Chapter 240 - 240

"Let me down!" he screamed.

"Tell me or you die." Asmodeus said and jumped off the tall balcony.

"What the hell!" Mark screamed as the demon threw both of them into the void. He could feel the air hitting his face and as he looked up Asmodeus was smiling brightly, entertained by his scared expression. He was going to piss himself, he was sure of it, he knew it! He would turn into a five-year-old again, he though as he felt his heart climb through his wind pipe. He would die. 

"We are falling Mark!" Asmodeus shouted in a singing tone and the ginger's eyes widened, his eyeballs ready to leave their sockets as the ground seemed to be getting closer and closer. 

"Fuck you! I will tell you!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and the demon seemed to be satisfied with his answer. The young human heard a loud noise and suddenly the sun was hidden behind his enormous wings. Mark stared at him at a loss of words as he watched the pitch black wings flap and in a while they were again in the air, not falling this time but flying. Mark looked down, this was his first time seeing the world from so far up high. Everything seemed so small and the woods, with the small rivers and flowers blooming here and there looked so beautiful. He had a panoramic view of everything, feeling like he was on top of the world Asmodeus flew higher and higher bringing him between the puffy clouds and he was surrounded by nature's white cotton candy. 

"Pretty, right?" he asked him and Mark nodded, his eyes hungry as he wished to take everything in, imprint this image into his head so he would never forget it. The beauty of this flight was unimaginable as it seemed he was leaving his worries away with the compound and its stupid wolves. Sadly, though the beautiful extortion ended soon and he found himself standing in the balcony of his guest room, grounded once again to his problems and fears. Asmodeus hid his wings again, hiding away probably one of his most beautiful features and he hopped on the balcony's railing, sitting on it carefree, not really minding if it's dangerous or not.  "Did you like my little surprise?" he asked him, anticipating his answer. 

"You scared the shit out of me." Mark said with a straight face, looking at him filled with judgement as he remembered the feeling of his heart literally leaving his body and he sighed. This person right in front of him was so unpredictable. He was too much for him to handle and that was what bothered him the most. One second he was talking about killing him, the other he was kicking out Mikael who was bothering him. With him it was either I am falling in the pits of hell, my death is near or I'm flying in between the clouds, in some kind of dreamland, literally. 

"That was it?" Asmodeus asked disappointed as he pushed back his messy hair, revealing his handsome face and mark looked away. He was the demon of lust; he was definitely doing his job right. "Why are you not looking at me?" Asmodeus asked, catching on to his feelings pretty easily and he left the spot where he was sitting. He approached Mark, trapping him, between the railings and his strong body, his arms resting on the cold metal as he looked at him. "Will you tell me?" 

"The flight was nice" Mark said and tried to avoid where this whole thing was going. Asmodeus laughed, setting him free and the red haired boy moved away from him in a hurry, wanting to let go of the heat that was surrounding his body as they stood next to each other. It was suffocating. "I liked it."

"Good." Asmodeus said, satisfied with himself as he walked back into the room and laid down on the bed, his shoes once more on the clean sheets and Mark looked at them disgusted before he grabbed his boots and took them off. He knew very well that he wouldn't be able to push him off so at least he tried to secure the cleanness of his sheets. As much as he could. "So about what you were supposed to tell me. I am all ears darling." He said and Mark for the first time he fully focused on his voice. Smooth and soft, it was too calming and seductive too be true. He also noticed an accent, British, he wondered not really understanding how a demon could actually have an accent, he wasn't born or whatever they called it. He definitely did not have a homeland, except hell, in a way. "What are you thinking about with such vigor?" Asmodeus asked him, slightly irritated that Mark wasn't focused on him. 

"How can your voice sound so hot and why do you have an accent? I mean you weren't really born somewhere and I doubt that hell has districts and all like east, south etcetera so you could like be, I was born there so I get to have that kind of accent, isn't it that slightly weird?" Mark blurted out without thinking, overcome by his curiosity and he blushed instantly when he heard Asmodeus laugh with what he had just heard. He had found it incredibly funny, how naïve Mark could be during times and how easily he voiced out his thoughts and realizing the consequences later. It was cute. 

"Mark, I can speak all the languages in this world, even the dead ones. Do you think getting an accent that I seem to fancy would be difficult?" he told him and Mark raised his eyebrow. 

"So it's just your personal preference?" 

"Your preference." He told him and winked. Mark's lips shaped the letter o as he was trying to understand how did this man know so much about him. How could he read him like an open book and why did he want to fit his preferences? He shook his head, confused as he tried to remind himself to not take this demon in front of him seriously. Everything that he said, his smiles, his words were questionable. Mark think! Think straight! He told himself and frowned. Is that really possible with a hot demon laying on your bed? He has wings! His own conscious betrayed him by ogling over this man and he sighed. He had some kind of mental problem. That was the only reasonable explanation. "You're thinking again." Asmodeus said and mark managed to stop himself right before he let out all of his embarrassing thoughts. He shut his mouth with his palms as he turned fully red. The demon king smile, placing his arms underneath his head. "So about what you were supposed to tell me, let's talk. Why don't you want to remember little human? Aren't you even the tiniest bit curious? In my experience if a human had a chance like this would instantly grasp it so tell me, what stops you, pretty human?" he asked and Mark sighed loudly. He sat at the edge of the bed and Asmodeus nudged him with his head playfully as he saw his concerned expression. Mark rolled his eyes as he kept thinking how he could voice out his thought. 

"My best friend was human until one day he wasn't anymore. He became a powerful elf king that had to rule a kingdom and grief the loss of his people, his pain and his struggle was unbearable and the fight between who he was and who he is still constant as he keeps trying to find the balance between Alex, the human and Allias, the elf king. We are born without remembering to have a new chance in life. I am scared that if I remember my old self and me now would clash. What if I get disappointed about who I was? What if I am worse now and feel bad about myself? What if I lose myself after I remember? Allias is strong but I am definitely not, he could do it but what about me? My life changed overnight because I chose to help him and I don't even regret it for a second. I've risked my life, I've seen things and felt fears and happiness I would never do otherwise. Yes, it is fun being in a new world but I…I am simply the human in this story. I do not wish to be something more, I do not want to stop being normal and I don't want to fight with myself. I want to live my life now because my past scares me. I mean I have a demon king going after me, how do you expect me to feel okay with knowing?" he said with a bitter smile and Asmodeus sighed as he shook his head. He sat up and made the red haired boy look at him. 

"What if, what if, what if…hasn't your brain gone bad after thinking so much? You are talking about wanting to be normal but believe me talking about your past like with a demon is not normal and I promise you it will never be. You are talking about your friend and your part in his story but tell me, what about your story? What about the part where you are the center? Don't you wish to know that?" he asked him. "Tell me Mark, don't you want to know your grave sin? What brought you in touch with the devil?" he whispered in his ear and Mark shivered as he felt his breath land on his neck. "Don't worry, you won't have the time to feel sad or disappointed because when you remember I will kill you, okay darling?" he said with a vicious smile and Mark flinched. He stood up, taking a few steps away from him.

"I will never remember." He told him and Asmodeus tilted his head to the side as his jaw clenched. He stood up too. His hands on his pockets as he slowly got closer and closer. Mark felt his heart race, he was scared. He didn't want to die. 

"Don't make me force you." Asmodeus said and his voice was no longer smooth and gentle. It was rough and outworldy, frightening and it was as if nightmares escaped his lips with every word he said. 

Mark was doomed.