Chapter 257 - 257

Mark gasped, utterly surprised that this demonic creature actually also knew how to speak. He took a step back the magical flame on his hand shriveling slightly and casting very dramatic shadows on the demon's face. The handsome man grinned and winked at him, making the red haired boy blush. 

"So, I do not think that you're here to exorcise me since you don't seem that strong so tell me, what is a little exorcist like you doing here?" he asked him and Mark gulped a lump that was forming on his throat. Hesitant about what he should do, run away or stay, he remained silent as he kept thinking of his best option. If he went out now he had a strong feeling that he would meet someone. Being dragged to his teachers after he did such a thing was a lot scarier than the demon in front of him. "Please sit, make yourself at home. Let's have a chat, I haven't spoken in weeks and honestly I am almost bored to death." He said with a charming smile and Mark as if he was enchanted he took a few steps towards him, approaching the sealing circle and he sat down on the dusty floor. The demon in front of him seemed amused, as his eyes scanned the fragile human filled with interest. "You didn't run away." 

"Well, me being found out and sent to my teachers somehow sounds a lot worse than having a chat with you." Mark said honestly and the demon laughed. 

"Is that so? I assume you're not their favorite student, hearing you talk about them like that." 

"You assumed right." Mark said and nodded. Favorite? Maybe he should add the word least on the front and then everything would magically make sense. Mark never hoped to be the favorite, he didn't even hope to be liked, he just wanted to be ignored, spend a few moments peacefully and not with a broom in his hands. "Why are you here?" he asked the demon. It was actually very intriguing. He had been brought here to be exorcised meaning that they couldn't do it on the spot. He was strong, he had to be. Or else his teachers would have found a way to deal with him already but the man in front of him, as he said had been locked in this storage for days. So what could his sin be?

"I massacred a whole village." He said sounding like he was talking about the weather. That carefree he looked as he spoke of the dead of hundreds, possibly thousands of people. Mark froze, his eyes opening wide as he heard his crime and for a second a strong shiver danced on his spine. Maybe going to his teachers would have been better after all. 

"How could you do that?" Mark asked him. The answer he received though was totally unexpected, leaving the boy with so many more questions. 

"I received orders so I did it." The demon answered and the red haired boy frowned. Was that it? Really?

"So you're telling me you did such a horrible thing just because you were ordered to? Don't you think what you did was bad?"

"Bad? I don't know, what could make it bad? I mean I just do what I am told."

"So you are enjoying killing all these people?"

"What? How could it be fun to run around and kill weaklings? I mean if I got to kill a strong opponent then yes, through a good battle. That would be fun but these humans, they were simply boring. Their screams made my ears hurt." The man told Mark. He was dumbfounded and honestly he couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was the first time in his life he had seen someone with no sense of right or wrong. It was completely amazing and terrifying at the same time. Maybe even slightly pitiful. 

"You have no sense of right or wrong." He said out loud like he had made an incredible discovery. 

"It could be so or it could be that my right is different than yours." He told him with a sneaky smirk. "At the end of the day though it doesn't matter, I mean the right of the strong one wins."

"You are locked here though ready to be sealed away in hell forever. Was it really worth it?" Mark asked him. "Are you still the strong one or are the people who captured you now in your place?"

"That is a tough question lovely human. But answer me this. Why do you look so intrigued by me? Your eyes are literally shinning. I could kill you, you know." He said and Mark shrieked, highly embarrassed. From the shock the fire in his palm was put out and for a few seconds they stood in the dark. The demon's laugh echoed in the room, strong and dominant like one of the evil and mysterious characters in plays at the theatre. Mark's heart skipped a beat as he wondered how he could look like at the moment. Intrigued? Was that it or maybe just the fact that he was talking to someone without them belittling him was fascinating? The red haired boy opened his palm again, summoning his light and the demon's face shone once more as he wore a mischievous grin. 

"I am not intrigued by you. It's just that I too hadn't had a normal conversation in a long time, in years." He said and looked at the floor. Many specs of dust had gathered around him and the places he had rubbed his pants when he moved made a huge difference from the spots that were left untouched. 

"Is that so? Then how about you visit me again? Tell me little human, what is your name?" 

"My name is Mark. How about you?" 

"You can't be possibly asking for my name? Don't you know that a demon's name is necessary for them to be exorcised?" the demon asked him and slowly Mark was able to put the pieces together. That was why he hadn't been sent to hell yet. The exorcists at the academy did not know his name. 

"So, how can I call you?"

"Hmm…" the demon hummed as he playfully pretended to be thinking. "Your majesty? Oh, powerful demon? The most handsome being? There are many options but I can't seem to choose." He said and Mark chuckled. He was actually quite funny for a demon. Wait, did demons even have humor? How was hell like because if he had an appearance like this there would be many more of this kind. Maybe hell was a lot different than what he had learned in his books. 

"I will just call you, you" Mark said and the demon sighed, unsatisfied with his choice. "I will visit you again." He told him and the demon looked at him in the eyes, excited at his words. 

"Yes, yes. I do think you should. We can learn a lot from each other." He said and Mark raised his eyebrow, not even able to imagine in the slightest what he could teach a demon. "Oh, don't look like that little Mark. I want to know more about humans, who are your strongest teachers? I should try and fight them first once I decide to get out of here. Then you should give me a very detailed description of the area and then…"

"So you want to use me." 

"Is that bad too?" the demon asked, his expression actually showing pure curiosity. Mark parted his lips, ready to speak and keep rumbling about the foundation of society, justice and everything that followed but his train of thought was forced to stop as he heard footsteps. His head darted to the open door and an expression of despair appeared on his face. Someone was coming, he had stayed there for too long. He thought and he stood up, pacing back and forth trying to think of something. 

"I am screwed." He said between gritted teeth. 

"Want me to help you?" the demon asked him, making him stop on his tracks. 

"Yes." Mark answered without thinking.

"What is it in it for me though?" 

"Anything. I will do anything!"