Chapter 262 - 262

"Save me then." The red haired boy mumbled and in a split second the demon was on his feet and he was sweeping him in the air. Suddenly a pair of enormous black wings sprouted from his back and Mark's breathing stopped. "You have wings?" he exclaimed and the demon laughed. He had said yes, he had made a deal with a devil.

"Yes I do." The demon answered him and mark looked at his back stunned. They were enormous, they could probably or more likely for sure cover them both. Their color was pitch back like that of a ravens and they looked incredibly soft, Mark had an undeniable urge to touch them but his muscles were too tired and hurt for him to even extend his arm. "So, should I burn this place down and everyone in it?" he asked him. 

The red haired boy remained silent. The truth was that he wanted to say yes, he wished to see this place burn down in flames, the angry fiery tongues licking and swallowing all of the people that mistreated him just because of his status. He wondered how they would feel then, how loud they would scream and if the pain of the melting flesh would be enough to cover what he had been feeling all these years. There was a dark part in his heart, pitch black and polluted by thoughts like these. They had caused it, they had turned his heart black, they had planted that seed of evil in him. If he did it though what would become of him? Would he still be himself? Would he be able to sleep at night knowing that he had caused all these deaths? His right wasn't like that; he couldn't escape so easily. He couldn't turn into a monster. 

"No, let's just go" he mumbled and the demon smiled. 

"I had a feeling you would say no. But you see. I am not that kind." The demon said and smacked his foot on the wooden ground. Suddenly a rip opened up in his room and blue flames started spreading everywhere. Mark stared at it in shock, worried about what was going to happen. They would die, he would really kill everyone. 

"No!" he shouted and tried to get off his embrace. The demon was too strong though, something that was actually expected. He didn't seem to mind, he just held him tighter and pushed his feet before he went through the roof, destroying it. "Let me go! They will die! We can't leave them like this." Mark cried and the demon started laughing. "It's not funny!" Mark screamed and tangled his feet, he hit the demon's chest but it was as hard as hitting a wall. 

"Calm down or I will drop you. Also relax. They won't die." He said.

"Are you insane? You just set them on fire like chicken!" Mark said. 

"It's a special kind of fire. Even though I would love to kill them you said no, so I just commanded the flames to avoid the people and just destroy the building. Now calm down because you're hurt!" the demon said with a strict tone. Mark's heartrate calmed down as he looked at him from beneath. He was smiling. 

"Oh." The red haired boy mumbled embarrassed. "Sorry."

"Oh." He teased him but didn't seem to have a problem with Mark's little outburst. He just kept flying. "just look around, enjoy the view." He said and Mark did so. He looked around him as he found himself flying in between the clouds. His jaw dropped while his eyes, shinning underneath the strong moonlight were just too hungry to take in everywhere that he was looking around like a crazy person. He could almost touch a cloud! He realized and a smile formed on his face. The night chill was gently caressing his face as the demon flew higher and higher. "Mark." He called out and the red haired boy hummed. "Teach me your right and wrong." He said.

"Well, there is nothing more for me now so sure. Just promise me that you won't kill me if you're angry." He told him and the demon chuckled. 

"Can't promise that. I have a very…sensitive temper." He joked. He said something else too but mark couldn't really hear. Once more he found himself completely relax as he was being held by him. His eyelids getting heavier and his breathing slowing down as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. Pity, he thought just before he was surrounded by darkness, I wanted to look at the moon a little bit more. 

When he woke up he realized it was already morning. The sound of the birds chirping and the bright light that landed on his face was enough to show that day had finally arrived. His eyesight was slightly hazy and he lazily rubbed his eyes so he could look around. He hadn't noticed anything last night, when the demon stopped flying or when they arrived to wherever this was. He looked around noticing that he was in a very small house, made from dirt and stones. He was laying on a bed with no sheets or pillow while he felt the rough feeling of hay on his back. There was a small fireplace with a small fire burning lowly and a pot on top of it hanging from a hook. In the middle of the room was a little round wooden table, rough and worn out with an empty vase on top. The house had two doors one that led outside and another that probably was where the washing place was. It screamed poverty and the red haired boy chuckled. It was the first time that he had found himself in such a lowly place before but he didn't hate it. Maybe there weren't silk sheets or big rooms, enormous kitchens filled with steaming food but somehow it felt more real. He took a deep breath, waking up more and more when he felt something heavy on his tummy. He looked down and saw to his surprise a very muscular and pale arm. He followed it with his eyes and realized that a man was lying next to him. He gasped surprised and instantly rolled over the bed and fell to the floor. 

The loud thump and his little whine woke up the sleeping stranger and he sat up slowly, a pile of dark hair hiding his face before he slowly removed them. 

"Who are you?!" Mark screamed and the man frowned. 

"What the hell do you mean who am I? It's me! The demon!" he said and Mark stared at him. No horns, no colorful eyes, no pointy ears and no fangs. This man that had been sleeping next to him was completely human looking. "Here, here" he said and instantly changed back to his human form, recognizing his frustration. "It's me! I just turned into a human so I could go around into the village and get stuff. They wouldn't sell bread so easily to a demon you know. Now get back here, I am sleepy." He told him. 

"What? Wait. Where are we? What are doing here. What will be doing from here on. Oh, god I left the academy and ran away with you! Stupid, stupid!" he scolded himself and slapped his face a few times. "We burned it down!" he screamed and grabbed his hair dramatically. 

"Oh, just shut up!" The demon said and with a swift move he grabbed him, with ease he returned him to the bed where he shielded him with his arms, his face resting at the crook of his neck. "Let me sleep and we will talk about it, later." He mumbled, his voice low and rough and the only thing he could do, surrounded by his warmth was nod. "You know, you haven't asked me for my name." the demon said and Mark looked at him with a frown. 

"I did but you didn't want to tell me, remember?" he said and the demon smiled. 

"Asmodeus, my name is Asmodeus. You have my life in your hands now, so take care of me." He told him and Mark felt his cheeks turn hot, he was blushing. How could this demon say such romantic things. 

"Okay, I will." Mark agreed. Almost whispering.