Chapter 243 - 243

warning: slight gore

"Asmodeus help me!" He shouted in distressed, his face filled with tears. 

"What is in it for me?" he immediately heard the man ask. He was standing at the doorframe, waiting as he smiled viciously. 

"Anything! I will do anything!" Mark shouted. 

He didn't have to say anything else. He heard his footsteps as he came in and in just a few seconds the wolf looked like it was flying in the air. He had grabbed it from its nape, raising it like it was a feather and he had thrown it on the wall outside. The beast broke the wall, as its wounded body slid to the ground. He looked at the demon king with tired eyes, fear in them as it couldn't move any more. The werewolf was already wounded when it found Mark, that brutal throw would certainly make everything worse. Mark stood up in a hurry, finally managing to control his body and followed Asmodeus. 

He was standing in front of the wolf. Slowly The red haired man noticed that his shape was changing. He was tired and wounded so he probably couldn't maintain his form much longer. Filled with disbelief he faced a man he knew, a man that was supposed to be locked away. Sam had somehow escaped and was roaming free in the compound hurting people. Asmodeus grabbed him from his neck, with ease he lifted him off the ground and brought him up to meet his eye level. 

"I don't know if I should kill you or congratulate you." He said with a smirk and Sam growled. He looked as if he was going to give up soon. His body was too heavy for him and his eyelids were fluttering slowly. He couldn't even hold his head straight, while every part of his body was painted red. Mark couldn't help but notice that his wrists were badly cut. The wounds were so deep that he could easily see the bones. He hissed, grabbing Asmodeus' attention. The demon turned his head, while still holding Sam and his colorful eyes landed on his right arm. "You're hurt." He stated and mark glanced at his arm. He was right. There was a huge bite mark on his right arm that he hadn't even noticed. Blood was dripping from the bite holes and he gasped, suddenly feeling the pain. He was so distracted, numb from his adrenaline as he fought to survive that he hadn't felt the pain of Sam's teeth ripping his skin. Mark grabbed his arm, wanting to stop the bleeding and talked to Asmodeus. 

"He is the prisoner. Don't kill him he is to be executed. You will get us in trouble." The red haired boy said and Asmodeus smiled, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he returned to looking at the beaten up wolf. 

"You know; I would let you leave but you see. I do not like my things scarred and I definitely don't care about what the Council says so bye." He said in a melodic tone. He grabbed Sam in a headlock, the werewolf man barely able to resist, his powers a lot less than Asmodeus'. The demon king scoffed, not impressed at all by his show and grabbed him with his free arm from the top of his head, grasping a handful of his thick hair. 

"Asmodeus no!" Mark shouted, knowing already what he was about to do. The demon pulled his arm and suddenly Sam's body was parted in two. In one hand he had his body, while on the other he was holding his head from his hair like some kind of lifeless doll. The wolf had found the same death as the woman he loved so much. Mark screamed, in shock as he watched something like this for the first time. The body fell on the floor, thumping as a pool of blood began to concentrate there. He took a step back, his eyes round with shock and Asmodeus threw the head right next to the body, wiping his hands on his shirt, not caring the slightest that he had beheaded a man, a man that was supposed to be executed in few days by the council. He had acted like he was breaking a toothpick. It was that easy for him and that was what frightened him the most. In all honesty he didn't care about Sam or why he had done such a crazy thing. It was obviously a suicide mission but Mark could imagine himself in his place. His head away from his body while his whole blood was being drained. 

"Well, that wasn't entertaining at all. He didn't even speak." Asmodeus commented and the human man looked at him filled with disgust. How could he not feel anything about what had just happened? There was a corpse right in front of them. Mark noticed that Sam's blood was starting to get on his shoes. He took another step back, the hairs on his body rising as he felt his stomach turn. "Human, are you alright?" Asmodeus asked, tilting his head to the side. The young man had turned pale and he could feel his food slowly returning. He grabbed the door, a way to support himself and then threw up behind it, letting out everything as he felt his throat burn. Acid, that was what it was. It made him feel even more disgusted and when Asmodeus entered the room, curious as to what was happening to him Mark pushed him away. He didn't want to be near him right now. He didn't want to heard his crazy demand. He already knew what would be. 

"Leave. Get away from me. Get out!" Mark shouted and his palms landed on his lips as he tried not to throw up again. He had to notify someone, call Allias and explain. His eyes landed on the body outside and he smacked the door closed unable to look at it one more time. Asmodeus was quiet, observing his outburst before he spoke. 

"You asked me to help you." He simply said and he seemed as if he couldn't understand why mark was so distressed about what had happened. 

"You didn't have to kill him!" Mark shouted.

"Then what should I have done?" he asked and Mark stared at him stunned. What did he mean? He really couldn't understand or more like he really didn't know what had happened right now and why it was serious. 

"You mean, you, you don't understand why what you did was wrong?" the red haired asked and Asmodeus shook his head in a negative manner. He didn't know what to say after that. Mark walked outside, not able to stand the smell of the room and he breathed in some clean air. He just needed to calm down first. He let his eyes travel on the beautiful trees, growing healthily all around him. The green grass and the sound of birds. There was no reason in shouting at him, he was like a child who didn't know what he did was wrong. "You can't kill someone just because you want to. It's not right. You can knock him out. You were clearly stronger than him so it wasn't self-defense. Lives have value." He scolded him and the demon smiled. 

"I've heard that before." He said and Mark shook his head, unable to understand. He was trying to change the subject of the situation. "But you see, it's not like I do it on purpose. It's an instinct." He tried to explain but mark scoffed. 

"Everyone has instincts we just learn to control them. Anyways, please refrain from killing anyone in front of me from now on. It's sickening." He said and Asmodeus shrugged his shoulders. "But, thank you for saving me" he mumbled shyly. After shouting him and scolding him the only thing that remained was expressing his gratitude. He if Asmodeus wasn't there he wouldn't be alive now, that monster would have killed him. He had been threatened by a beast to be saved by another one. It did sound slightly romantic, the idea of someone coming in to your rescue but when that someone was a demon there was always a but, a darker shade in the pink and red tones of romance and fantasy. Asmodeus now had the right to ask whatever he wanted. "We have to notify someone."

"Why are you in such a rush? We have a few things to talk about after all. Do you remember what you said? I could ask you of anything." 

"Yes, I know. You want to force me to remember so you can kill me. I get it. You have said that quite a few times already. I bet you're really happy that you got what you wanted." The red haired boy said and the demon laughed loudly. 

"That's not what I want. I want to ask you something else. But you might not like it." Asmodeus told him and Mark raised his eyebrow suspicious. What could it be?